The Hippocratic Oath
By Short Story Issue 55
YES, APPLY the Hippocratic Oath,” Paula Morriset said, so softly she doubted the young house surgeon, head bent over the consent form, indicating with his superior pen where she should sign, heard her. Then she took the thick silver pen and signed fluently, a good sign. Her mother, Lorna, now successfully sedated, her broken hip…
Read MoreTo Make People Wonder: The Collaborative Portraits of Fritz Liedtke
By Essay Issue 78
HER MOUTH is taped shut. That’s what gets your attention first. At first glance, a photograph like this might trigger alarm or suspicion. But context is everything. Look again, and see how those temporary tattoo lines spiral like fiddlehead ferns from her eye to her ear, and that speck of blue glitter gleams on her…
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