A PORTRAIT OF FREEDOM
The park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreThe park was his favourite. It was right across the street from his house, and every day, when his father came home, he asked to go. His little heart leaped for joy when he would see his father smile and nod…
Read MoreShe cautiously waddled across the sand towards the lapping waves. Her father was a step and a half ahead of her, holding out his hand for hers, encouraging her towards the shoreline…
Read MoreThe star shone brighter than any star he had ever seen. Its brilliance and beauty took his breath away…
Read MoreAUTHOR'S NOTE: This short story was written and first published in 2010, while I was in my 3rd year of medical school. It was written to be a whimsical summary and educational tool for my tutorial group about Deep Vein Thromboses (DVTs) and Pulmonary Emboli (PEs)...
Read MoreCautionary tales are not my forte, but this is an important one.
It begins on a beautiful summer afternoon, as two people are joined in holy matrimony. Their names are somewhat unimportant, but for the sake of telling this story, let’s call one Frank and the other Shelly...
Read MoreThe heat was murder. Simon was from Cyrene, at the northern tip of Africa, so he was well acquainted with incredibly hot days and nights, but today was something else. The sun’s rays were scorching - he felt as though he were being cooked...
Read MoreThe church hall was crowded. A sea of faces amassed in muted black. The only color emanated from the tall stained-glass windows lining the ancient walls. Glorious golden light bathed the coffin, closed, at the front: the focus of attention.
Who was in the coffin?...
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