Too many cooks..._The Rest Of Time_Deep Lies, Dark Truths_The Danger of Pedestals
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Too many cooks...
Long before he passed through the entryway of Downtown Memorial, Matthew Wexler instantly regretted many of his decisions from the prior evening. While he would’ve paid any price for the right to call out and climb back into bed, he knew the optics weren’t in his favor considering his less than subtle appearance at the annual Neurology Department Gala. And while the details remained fuzzy, his frienwww.onedoor.ccd’s social media post of him grinding on the dance floor with one of the attendings told Matthew everything he needed to know. “Late night, stud?” offered Dr. Chandra Singh, who was unable to hide h...
The Rest Of Time
Henry awoke in a cemetery on a breezy October night atop a sloping hill looking down upon a gleaming city. He lay surrounded by bare maple trees whose naked branches ran exposed against the grey sky like protruding veins against flesh. He stood on weak legs. Cautiously he looked about through glazed eyes. Gravestones, tombstones, mausoleums, marbled angels, and erected crosses filled his gaze. As if he were preparing to push a wall, he lifted his arms out in front of him; for a moment, his hands and arms appeared, then they disappeared. He screamed, "Ahhhh!" Shooting up from the ground, a man ...
Deep Lies, Dark Truths
I’d walked this path over and over in my dreams but this time it was for real. The fragrance from the flower borders was intoxicating. Lavender, roses, jasmine, gardenias and many others I couldn't name. The path stretched out into the distance as if to touch the future. My mind wandered back to the past.Six years earlier, a bar, another boyfriend lost, glass in hand, tears already dried on my cheeks. No friends, alone again. Alcohol was of no interest to me, never had been, but I'd been dumped so many times now I’d thought it might help. Gritting my teeth against the taste, sipping or gulping...
The Danger of Pedestals
It started as a faint, high-pitched hum. Her heart was beating so hard that the pressure in her head made her feel nearly deaf, so she assumed her ears were ringing from the adrenaline until the noise became less like a subtle whir and more like a screech. She blinked and came back into the moment.There he was, standing in front of her, the same stupid face he’d always had. How had she held it in her hands all those years ago and kissed it with such affection? All of that had turned to utter disgust as he stood there waiting for her response, his lips separated just slightly and showing strips...