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By S. Harry Zade
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Intersections: Chapter 12: Dreads
September 1, 2012
“Your next patient is ready,” said the triage nurse. Larry didn’t get up. He was examining the ceiling. His father, wrong about so many other things, was correct about one thing he said. Signs generally could be found at intersections, showing the way. Unfortunately, this particular intersection of two supporting cross members over his head […]
The Stolen Janitor: Admissions
August 11, 2012
I heard a rumor that my author, and lord and master, Keith Wilson, was out of town for a while, going someplace off the grid. So, I thought, why do I have to go on creating stories for him while he’s on vacation? No, I think I’ll raid his book, Fate’s Janitors: Mopping Up Madness […]
Intersections: Chapter 6: Listening
May 11, 2012
By the time the week was over, the over-engineered gaiety of the holiday season had spent itself on blown strings of twinklies and inflatable reindeer. A cat couldn’t bat an ornament without being showered by needles. By the side of the road, Christmas trees tilted, half buried by the plows. Angels on high had been […]
Taming the Pumpkin: Multiple
April 25, 2012
There aren’t many mental illnesses that therapists are accused of creating, but dissociative identity disorder, or multiple personality disorder, as it officially used to be known, is one of them. It may be the only one. Blaming people for creating mental illness has mostly gone out of style since we made too many enemies blaming parents, mothers […]
True Story
March 1, 2012
“The guard’s trying to get my kidney,” said Charisa, the round-headed waif. The first thing she said to me. “Why does he want your kidney?” “They all do,” she whispered. “They want to sell it.” “Others are in on it?” She glanced back at where the guard might be and stepped in my room. “Yea, […]
The Undercover Shrink
February 24, 2012
“How did you get Charisa to talk?” asked the Psych Assignment Officer (PAO) when she finally saw me. “No one has been able to get close to her.” The PAO was the type of woman that wouldn’t mind being called a crone. I knew them well; that’s what they call themselves. They flock to the […]
Taming the Pumpkin
February 20, 2012
Once upon a time a traveler hiked down from the mountains into a remote valley to find all the farmers there in a panic. They were running from their vegetable garden into their village, screaming. The women clutched their children close and the men grabbed their hoes, rakes, and pitchforks to defend themselves. “What’s wrong?” […]
The Fire Hose
November 12, 2011
Oh, yeah, she was pissed when she found out I had been monkeying with her Facebook and telling her ex-fiancé that she missed him. She threatened to never talk to me again, but that didn’t even last till we got to the outskirts of Dodge City. I kept my lip zipped and myself out of […]
Windmills
October 27, 2011
If I had to tell the truth (I don’t really have to, but I have committed to in this blog). I would have to admit that I chose our route, taking us off the highway and on to remote country roads through the remote western end of Kansas, because I had looked at a Verizon […]
February 8, 2013
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