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 […]

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 […]

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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On Rotation: Neck

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"When you learn, teach; when you get, give." -Maya Angelou

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"When you learn, teach; when you get, give." -Maya Angelou

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