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Submitted to Contest #320
Lecture started and it’s Dr. Hottie. Where are you? It was the Friday before our free week, our designated study time before Block 6 finals. I planned to party all weekend with the less serious students for the next three days and then stay up all night cramming for the following four. I found balance in that routine, or maybe it was my propensity for extremism, but not Melissa. She would keep a schedule, up by seven, lunch at noon, dinner at five, gym at seven, bed by ten and hitting the books in between.The overhead fluorescent lights boun...
Submitted to Contest #193
My swollen cheeks carry my smile like a sack of fifty-pound potatoes dropping it with relief the second the door latch clicks into place behind him. After three failed cycles of IVF, a pregnancy complicated with placenta previa, and a cesarean delivery in which I was told I was “lucky it went as well as it did.” I knew my grin shouldn’t be such a load. Inside of the body that I no longer recognize as my own there are two places where I am happy; my head, the place that I logically know that this baby is everything I want, and deep inside of ...
Winner of Contest #191 🏆
*Trigger Warning: Pregnancy Loss “Do they come with a card?” I solemnly asked the florist, a petite, tan woman with thick blonde hair cascading down her back. The kind of hair that has become popular for women half her age to have threaded and sewn onto the base of their skull. Even though we were in West Hollywood, the pulse of trend and glamour, the three untouched horizontal lines etched onto her forehead told me that her hair was hers and that she had only passed by the fancy salons lined up around the corner on Santa Monica Blvd, neve...
Submitted to Contest #189
It was so terribly cold. Snow was falling, and it was almost dark. My eyes were heavy and I could hardly see my way to the Red parking garage. The one that was in the back of the hospital. The one for guests and residents. As if we as residents, weren’t staff. As if we as residents, weren’t real physicians. Dear God, what did my car even look like? It was a rental. I had been rear-ended the week before on my way to antepartum rounds. It was five in the morning and the Virginia roads in the dead of winter had been covered with ice. The car ...
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