Issue 10 – 55-Word Stories
Lost in Time
He tells me his name but to every other question his answer is the same: a smile, a shrug of the shoulders, and an uncertain laugh.
Unforgettable Words
My first AIDS patient. The 80s. Lots of fear. Misunderstanding. I hoped he could not see the horror on my face.
Weekend Torment
Bad news has a way of darting in, late on a Friday afternoon, ducking around the corner of the heavy, carved wooden doors as they are swinging shut, closing out the week and thwarting the ability to respond until Monday morning.