The Unlucky

The Unlucky are discovered. Just in time. They do not go gentle into any night, or morning or day. Their bodies are covered. With hospital blankets and unpayable bills. All of you, the doctors will eventually get you. Then it’s ICU beds and hoses and waiting rooms. Loss of life, ahhhh, but first. Loss of…

The Bead Loom, Part 3

“Have you seen your evaluations?” Margaret’s boss sat across the desk from her. Margaret had a lot of bosses. Attendings, nurses, the professors, then the directors, program coordinators, this guy. Lots of bosses. Lots of advice. So much advice Margaret almost didn’t know what to do with it. Margaret hadn’t read the type-outs, the attendings…

Leaving Early-Conclusion

I lowered the glass. “I guess I’m just not a wine or blood enthusiast. And I’m sorry, what are your names, again?” “Bad, worse and worst,” Brad’s voice interrupted from behind me. He knocked into my hand, threatening to spill the wine. It’s Brad vs. Bad. “Now that would be a loss, wouldn’t it?” he…

The Bead Loom, Part 2

The phone rang. Margaret started to get up only to realize if she let go of her string the bead work she just did might fall apart. “Oh, tits,” she said aloud. It was probably just telemarketers or Mom calling to make sure Margaret hadn’t gone out. The answering machine clicked on, but not in…

We don’t let our boys down… Part 2

Something moved below the bandaging, pressing out against the cotton. Could he be bleeding that much? Was it a rib bone, sticking out with his breathing? No. A broad headed, orange snake burrowed out of the bandaging. The binding stretched and broke apart, revealing a wound in Alestender’s side. Snakes, orange and yellow, writhed inside…

Mum Fell off… Part 2

Mindy watched with deadpan silence as Mom piled a tray with salisbury steak carefully heated in the microwave and pr-emade mashed potatoes before her. Mindy shook her head. “The slink said if I eat the steak, he’ll tip me over and if I don’t get up fast enough, he’ll eat me.” “Tell your friend to…

Leaving Early, Part 2

There was a man in the doorway wearing antennae, large, faux TV antennae. “Are those antennae?” I asked, staring above the other party goer’s head. I mean, I’m drunk but I’m not that drunk. “What?” He turned to look behind him, his antennae swerving through the air. “Does Marli have a vintage TV?” “No, I…

The Bead Loom, Part 1

The attending opened her mouth to speak and Margaret sighed on the inside. The worst question in man’s spoken history of inquiry was about to get asked of Margaret. She faced this line of questioning every 6.5 days. The internal content, the individual components shifted, but de conversation totale was always the same. Margaret must…

Mum Fell Off… Part 1

My mother fell off her chair at Waddy’s. Which is what started it all. I should say “that” as in “and that’s what started it all” because Mom was an English teacher, and she always corrected kids who used “which” in “that” context. I never questioned her until that moment, sitting with a french fry…

Leaving Early, Part 1

“I’m too weird for parties like this,” I protested, picking at my jeans. They were stiff and shrunk from being washed. My clothes were getting washed a lot these days. I didn’t know how I felt about the constant cleanliness that came with long-awaited success. Mary, my roommate of about four years, replied with a…

20/20 Part 2

Life twisted into a redundant, unpleasant routine after I moved in with Andy. I felt like fate was leaving hints, notes taped to the back of my heart, whispers over the phone line of my mind that all was not right. And it was time to make it so. Time to go. I wasn’t made…

Starving to Death

I am the battleground of a permanent war, and this phone is the missile rain. The phone rang, resetting the last ring tone my husband ever picked. Then the text messages restarted. I shifted April from one hip to the other as I stirred a pot of boiling pasta in our tiny kitchen. I should…