The Stockbroker – 1

The paperclip, son. Yes, sell it to me. Well. It’s shiny, sir.   I’ll put the order in right now, Ms. Robinson, he said. And then hung up. He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied … Read more

Dr. Wein II #neuroatypical

He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied himself in his office chair and breathed shallow throughout the rest of the attendant analysis. So this makes it easy, the doctor said. You need treatment. What kind … Read more

Dr. Wein

He picked up the telephone for it was Dr. Wein calling. When he told him that there was mild calcified plaque at the carotid bifurcation he steadied himself in his office chair and breathed shallow throughout the rest of the attendant analysis. So this makes it easy, the doctor said. You need treatment. What kind … Read more

Dick

For Stephen King short story contest: As Dick swallowed the last bite of his avocado sandwich, Jane whacked him in the teeth with the mini hammer he had bought earlier today. This morning, at breakfast, Dick finally saw the racoon, the squealer that kept him awake so many nights. He quickly ran to the hardware … Read more