JSW Prompt 3-19-2017



Apparently so, given his facial contortions.

“Haven’t you a serious bone?”

I laughed. That could so go the wrong way. “I’ve got lots of bones, ” I said instead, “But I’ve never known one to be serious.”

“Color me surprised.”

“Blue maybe? Or red… maybe meadowlark….”

He sighed.

I rolled…. “Oh, damn, I did it again .”

I could almost hear his thoughts, he was projecting so loud. As well ask why the sun rises in the west or sets in the south. Why the sky is green and flowers puke.

“Come on, Doc, you know you love me.”

“Love is a very liquid concept.”

“Gotcha,” I laughed, sliding sideways, head hanging off the side of the couch. I rolled my eyes at him, grinning upside down.

“It’s time to go back to your room,” he said, rising from behind his stalwart desk. “Austin will take you.”

My eyes rolled and rolled and rolled……..







The challenge for Flash Fiction for the Purposeful Practitioner will open early Wednesday morning, March 8th. Allow the prompt to take you anywhere you want to go! (Limit your stories to 200 words.)

This challenge is open until 11:00 pm Friday night, March 17th, 2017.

Flash Fiction For The Purposeful Practitioner


The Curse of ‘Quiet’

“Don’t say it,” Jackie warned, glaring at the young intern. Baby doctors, the nurses called them. As in the interns being First Year, not taking care of babies. “You say that Q word, Dr. Dent, and I am going throw this cup of water in your face!”

“All right,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “I feel so respected.”

“You will be respected when you aren’t a baby doctor anymore.”

“Something to look forward to,” he mumbled, half in jest.

From down the hall, a nurse shouted, “Call a Code!”

Jackie and Dr. Dent took off at a run, jumping in to help the patient’s nurse. Running footsteps meant Attending doctors, interns, nurses, EM team members, Respiratory, the Nursing Supervisor and seemingly hundreds more gathered, pushing in until the room wasn’t big enough for any more bodies. They worked together, calm and controlled, to resuscitate the patient, bring him back from the threat of death.

Crisis over, the crowd drifted away, leaving Dr. Dent, Jackie and the patient’s nurse inside. After re-checking the patient, they, too, left, pausing outside the door for a deep breath.

Jackie looked pointedly at Dr. Dent.

“All right. I’ll never even think the ‘Q’ word again.”

The nurses smiled, back to just another night shift.