[Non-fiction today. I'll get back to my stories next week] I had an argument with my husband this morning about his response to the first draft of something I wrote. He was being honest, those are his words, questioning why I expanded on a perfectly good short story. I think he thought he was complimenting … Continue reading Honesty
A hand grabbed her arm roughly and spun her around. “What are you doing here?” Peter glared. “Oh…” She thought quickly, looking away to conceal her anger, “Peter… what are you… I… Oh,“ she tittered, finally recovering. “You’ve found me. How exquisite! You can escort me back to the party.” she feigned losing her footing … Continue reading Love knot
I came across this mixture of pain and hope written by a medical resident doing a tour in the Emergency Department. It’s gripping – well worth the read. I especially appreciated the glimpse into someone else’s world.
I feel like a stranger in the white coat. A little fresh, a little raw, a less confident version of myself. A little unprepared for the routine of the Emergency Department. A month of posting in ED is mandatory for residents from other departments to ease the workload of the regulars and I walk in to do my share.
I start documenting the cases alloted to me.
26 year old unmarried male, driver by occupation, with a history of accidental fall from a height of 15 feet presents with complaints of severe back pain. Power 0/5 in both limbs. Sensation absent below the umbilicus. No external injuries. Adv: Xray DL and LS spine. Provisional: Traumatic paraplegia.
My age! Damn it, he’s my age.. And he may never walk again, let alone drive..
3 year old girl brought by parents with history of drowsiness and headache since morning. Known case of…
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God, I hate poetry. Except when it's by a friend, and I know the journey she went through to get that pain on paper, naked and brave and exposed. Little black marks, huddling within vast white margins, releasing their meaning in cadence. But everything else, ish. Ish is an exclamation from my childhood in Minnesota, … Continue reading A little poetry shade
Neither my husband nor I wanted to learn the sex of our baby before it was born. He wanted something to be “surprised” about, and I have never liked to know the ending of a story until I get to it. That said, my husband has 12 siblings, only two of them girls. His brothers … Continue reading The X Factor
The daily act of gathering water from the well was an opportunity to put on a show, and Aliah did not miss it. She arrived in her finery, with bangles reflecting the sunlight, calling the eye to her slender wrists. This morning she was rewarded with a small audience of townsmen who smiled wistfully as … Continue reading Eternity
This is my page where I will upload short fiction. I'm shooting for a weekly output, or whatever I can get done when I'm not busy being a mom and a business analyst.
[Postcard] Dear Lisa, This has got to be the worst of all the days, as evidensed by the fact I am writing you a POST CARD because there is no wifi in this gd place. Do you see the number of stairs? Look at that and hold your breath while you count to 5,000 and you will still not truly understand how freaking boared I am.