My journal of big words and pretty pictures
The story so far... It’s curious what bits of memory don’t transfer well. Quentin, key fob in hand, wandered around the physicians’ parking lot looking for his car. Listening for the telltale “beep, beep,” he tried to remember what model the good Dr. Payne drove. The feelings he conjured in the ER towards the nurses, … Continue reading Industrial chic
The story so far... When Abigail came too, she was lying on a couch in what she presumed was the coroner’s office. Vintage tools of the trade decorated the otherwise sparse room. Hearing voices, she quickly did a check to make sure her shift changes remained in place before the doctor returned. As the door … Continue reading Just the facts, Ma’am
The story so far... Quentin gave in to his host’s control, letting “his” memories guide him through a chaotic shift in the Emergency Room. He likened the feeling to an out-of-body experience, looking on from the fringe, aware of both his and his host’s identity. After giving up a host, Quentin would sometimes wonder if … Continue reading Dearly departed
“Step on a crack, break your mother’s back.” ~ 19th century rhyme The story so far... The charge nurse swept through the emergency room announcing the pending arrival of two more accident victims, a gunshot wound and drug overdose “That’s what you get for saying it was too quiet around here, Dr. Payne.” A pretty … Continue reading Bad luck
The story so far... “Abigail, you have to come.” Kate’s voice took on a whiny tenor as she pleaded with me. “Derrick’s friend is in town, and needs a date for tonight.” I was already in my pajamas, with my feet up and a nice glass of Cabernet Sauvignon poured. “It’s already late and I … Continue reading The face only a mother could love
The story so far... I was grateful that it was still early enough in the morning that there were no visitors or workmen in the cemetery to witness my retreat from the garden. After the night I had, or nights, I’m sure I looked a fright. My teeth chattering from the cold, I practically ran … Continue reading Doctor patient privilege
Thin spiral notebook 