On Rotation: Mother and Daughter

On rotations—at the medical examiner. What makes a mother execute her loving daughter in her slumber? A father’s touch. The mother had left a letter. Something to the extent of, “If I can’t divorce you, then you can’t be a husband to me or a father to your daughter.” and “You will never touch her […]

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The Anus

The anus is the guardian of modesty. The anus is our sense of control in this living world. We voluntarily controls the levator ani muscle that make up the anus itself. We decide when to pass solids and gas. We decide to empty our bowels. We decide to not embarrass ourselves in public predicaments. We […]

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On Rotation: Neck

On rotations—at the medical examiner. That pretty little neck. It was all covered up. The yellow scarf was silk, but if it was polyester, it should have been silk. The scarf stretched out to her legs. That long slender white neck. The scarf tied so nicely around her neck. She had blonde, sandy—the color of […]

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On Rotation: Fruit

On rotations—at the medical examiner. To die an unknown death and to be forgotten in a room for weeks must be hard to take in. But it was the sweetest death. He smelled like fruit. Of course, that fruit would have been rotting for a week or so. Others smell so terrible. Turpentine and old […]

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How to live until you are one hundred years old

The Emergency Department is garage sale of stories. Endless treasures of people and their lives that just unfold, like a dusty box sitting in the back corner of a shelf. A 66-year-old Caucasian woman presented in the Emergency Department for increasing blood pressure. This is how every chart begins. It is so boring. Medicine is […]

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On Rotation: A Hundred-Dollar Bill and Old Tissues

On rotations—at the medical examiner.   An eighteen-wheeler was in front. The roads weren’t particularly slick with rain. The eighteen-wheeler wasn’t driving erratically. Mister was following too close. Was his mind occupied with grief because he had just left his old friend’s funeral? Behind his dusty eyeglasses, three years over due for new lenses, were […]

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