KATHERINE MILLBANK picked up a bean bag paperweight from the desk and tossed it gently at the sleeping form across the room. Continue reading
Dear readers and friends,
Here is a challenge and a chance to win a free copy of my next E&H book. Consider this character:
“American, rich, spoiled, entitled, and a total male chauvinist, son of a fundamentalist preacher. Raised to believe that women must be put in their place and kept there. Happy to be away from home, studying at Harvard. Runs triathlons and marathons. Born in 1975, so he is at university in the early 1990s.”
Give him a name.
The character is more human than this stereotype, but I am collecting ideas here.
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JASON LOCKHART paused on the step of the train, but he saw no one familiar on the platform. Not that he expected to recognize anyone. The letter from Nelson Smathers, the Chairman of Clinical Research, had said only that someone would meet him. Continue reading
“There. Finish up, nurse, thank you.” Her wide, brown eyes did not change expression as she waited for instructions. “Sorry. Et voilà. Je vous laisse finir, madame.”
“Bien sûr, docteur. Allez vous reposer.” Sure, doctor. Go get some rest. She reached for the bandage tape, and began cleaning and covering the incision. She was the third nurse to assist him today. An American WAC, a Scottish nurse from the British Army, and this local civilian who volunteered. The patients were just as varied. Continue reading
Emily squealed with delight, as she sprinted across the sidewalk toward the man riding up to the curb cut by the entrance to Old Colonial Elementary School. Continue reading