My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“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
The story so far... The ambient stench was stomach-churning. Lifting his jacket, Quentin smelled under his arm. The fetor wasn’t from him, despite his early stage of decomposition. Pushing aside the soiled sheet of cardboard that covered him, Quentin, stood and stretched. The smell was coming from all the unwashed bodies dwelling in a small tent … Continue reading The doctor is in
Part 1: Contractual obligation Part 2: Host for hire He reached out and grabbed my arm, then pulled me through the open crypt doorway. My whole world went black. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew. That should have been the end of it, but somewhere … Continue reading The hunt begins
"You pays your money and you takes your choice!" The carnival barker called out to festival goers, trying to entice them to play games of chance. He knew, and they knew, that there was no winning. All contests were rigged in favor of the Blackwell Bros. Mystery Circus. Still they came, laying down their hard-earned … Continue reading Fortune teller
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