The Wishing Stone – Contest Finalist

by Cecily Markham I walk into the room to check on her, to see if the pain medication helped. I am a young nurse. My patient is lying in the bed by the window. The room is honey-like from the sun pouring in. My patient’s husband is lying in the … [Read more...]

He Was Henry Hudson – Contest Winner

by Linda Chase He was Henry Hudson, navigating the mighty river, heading north. He loved this river. His river. The sheer power of it, the expanse. The night was coal black. A thick darkness cloaked the banks that rose on either side, steep as … [Read more...]

Jefferson’s Children

by Maureen Hirthler “If you don’t do something right now, I’m going to hurt my children.” Standing at the window of the police station, this is what you say. The policewoman comes out to get you, hand resting casually on the taser at her waist, … [Read more...]

Days of the Giants

by Madaline Harrison Days of the giants. When I was in training, the attendings used that phrase, often after telling a story from earlier days in medicine, describing a harrowing night on call or a now-legendary professor who could pull a … [Read more...]

Bok Choy

by Valerie Borey My sister-in-law had offered to help me chop vegetables in the kitchen, ferret eyes behind wire-rimmed glasses sizing me up. “Do you know how to chop bok choy?” I giggled. “Like celery, I think.” And Betsy, who never smiled and … [Read more...]

Dad Died

by N. West Moss When I was little, Dad would get into the car and say, “Let’s get lost.” “OK,” I’d shout, sitting up in the front seat next to Dad, where kids were allowed back then, no seat belts required. At each intersection he’d ask, … [Read more...]

Edgar Degas’s Eyes

by Zeynel A. Karcioglu, MD and David A. Eliason, MD Department of Ophthalmology, University of Virginia, Charlottesville, Virginia Edgar Degas (1834-1917), the eminent French painter, struggled throughout much of his life with a serious eye … [Read more...]

Haiku

by Marian Pierce She closed the book, placed it on the table, and finally decided to walk through the door. She said good morning in Japanese to the man waiting beside the stretcher, and his smile and deep bow eased her fear. She lay on the … [Read more...]

Baby in the Closet

by Marianna Crane I heard the soft hum of oxygen flowing into a tented crib as I made my way down the corridor of the pediatric unit. From another room, a child barked a wet cough. I stopped in front of the linen closet and flicked on my … [Read more...]

Black Ice

Franny Bigalski did not want her god-damned wind chimes thrown out when she died.  She sat at the dining room table, looking through her address book for Irene Anderson’s new cell number.  Irene, the simpleton, would take Franny’s wind chimes without … [Read more...]