But you never knew what was waiting for you when the call came over the intercom. Sometimes it was just an overanxious nurse being overly careful, or wanting to display the looming muscle of the psych hospital to a patient acting out. Oh, yeah, I’ll call the big fuckers down to get you… they would say. Or sometimes the unit…
Category: Short Stories and Other Writings
Every Inventor is an Island
“Good morning, sugar,” she said. It said. He rubbed his temples and looked in the mirror. The wind rattled the window in the small bathroom and drops of heavy rain pelted the glass. “Hum,” he said, not awake and not ready to be talking. “Good morning sugar,” her voice said again, awaiting a reply. “Mmmornin,” he said begrudgingly. His…