I awake to the missing doctor leaning over me.
Handsome. Hawk-nosed. I wish I was in a half-open cocktail dress, not my street clothes.
“I can’t feel the gunshot,” I say. “Am I para—”
He shakes his head. “I don’t know where to begin, detective… but you’ve been murdered. Like me.”
Copyright © 2019 by Jason H. Abbott, All Rights Reserved.
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Brilliant! :)
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The doctor needs to work on his bedside manner.
-Well Done.
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