who makes opinion/ part 2/ draft 1

who makes opinion/ part 2/ draft 1

fiction
edward w Pritchard

It started there in the  hospital bed with a craving, a super craving, not super sized but a craving for a Mc Donald's fish sandwich. Fries of course, coke would be nice too.

Morey was on the edge of death everyday every minute; on the edge of death in a high tech experimental hospital bed surrounded by Doctors and nurses. Morey was on the edge of death and developed a super sized craving for some real food, fresh privacy involving a few minutes alone at a seat at Mc Donald's, and life without medicine for fifteen minutes. Morey put his craving in writing and Morey posted his craving to his blog to the Internet. Within hours he had over one million hits to his blog account and thousands of new followers.

Next day Morey told America what he thought about medical testing in the morning and in the afternoon wrote about Hires root beer and vanilla ice cream in a tall thin glass with a long spoon with a slight taper and a spork at the bowl. That long night alone in his hospital bed Morey spent hours and hours reading comments to his cravings for ice cream he had posted on his blog. After midnight, there in the Cleveland clinic the prettiest nurse on shift stopped up to meet Morey and read a few of the comments aloud to him when he got dizzy from reading. The Doctor from India discussed medicine in America with Morey after resident's AM rounds and left Morey his email.

The third day of his blogging Morey asked for something from his new public. Not food, but a good movie to watch on line. Two million hits. After voting and fighting debate Morey watched " Twelve Monkey's" with Bruce Willis. Group think had picked the perfect movie for a man to watch who had tubes and wires weighing down his arms and legs and who hadn't been out of bed in a month. Several of his doctors stayed a while to watch that unusual movie with Morey.

Who makes opinion? Morey Days reminds people of the sensory pleasures in life. In a life of limited aspirations, limited freedom and limited interactions Morey connected to the world and found a new way to satiate his senses. Morey began a love affair with writing, pounding out his heart on his blog, brutally honest in his cravings and fears Morey communicated with new unknown friends and neighbors keystroke by keystroke entry by entry.

Tonight is Saturday night. Morey is craving German food, potato pancakes, chicken schnitzel and red cabbage. Do they still sell Schlitz beer? What type of music goes with German food these days and what should the waitress be wearing and what should she be like?