Tiny Pink Pills Novels & Stories

He smiles and nods. “Good afternoon, Miss,” he replies. Without wasting time, I begin to walk the corridors of the place. There are only three. All the cabinets are stocked with over-the-counter medications. I calmly seek what I need. It does not take me long to get it. Most of the boxes of this pill are of a particular color: pink. I took a green one, with blue letters, and went to pay, before I stop in front of a refrigerator and take out a small bottle of water.

Curious, I took it out. It was a plastic bottle product with tiny writings on it. Scrutinizing further, I was shocked beyond my imagination to see “Birth control tablets” boldly inscribed on the front.

The doctor was silent for a moment, bringing his hand to his face with an expression of astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost or heard something very absurd. “Eleanor, are you sure that was the composition of the medication?” he asked again to confirm, and I nodded. “Yes, but at the time, I forgot to take it. I was going through a lot of problems and forgot to take the pink pills. He told me to take two for two consecutive days,” I shrugged, not thinking it was very important. The doctor leaned toward me and said, “It’s good that you didn’t take them because that medication is often used by women who are planning to have an abortion,” he said seriously, and at that moment, my eyes widened.