In Dr. Doranz’s Office
As a kid I didn’t look forward to going to Dr. Doranz’s office, in fact, you might say sometimes I dreaded it. But it...
Size Nines
I couldn’t remember his shoe size. He’d always bought his own shoes, and it was hard to tell looking at his cadaver, his feet...
Still Here
The nursing home I work in tries to project the image of a fine hospital: clean, brightly lit corridors, buffed floors, flower arrangements in...
What Will the Neighbors Think?
The townspeople collectively knew very little about Mr. Ebberhaus. He lived alone in a large house on the corner of Main Street, and though...