Oil of Fish II

Pills and Glass

Medical Industrial Complex

As seen from the air

I usually like a heavier gauge in a biscottineedle, but these are pretty good. You can get them at Costco.

Was someone singing my name just now?

I like my wards a bit more abandoned, but I like this a bunch too.

szymon:

bloom by Anna Schuleit

Act II, Scene II

Interior, kitchen, mid-morning. Silas is making a Bloody Mary, and Daniel is munching on a stalk of celery while Silas bustles about with various cocktail preparations.

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DANIEL: Why do you do that?

SILAS: Do what?

DANIEL: Anything she asks for, you hop up and get it. A blanket. A snack. A drink. I’d half-expect you to knit her a sweater if she wanted one.

SILAS: Because nobody ever does that sort of thing for her. It embarrasses and flummoxes her in the most delightful way.

DANIEL: And that’s all, is it? You derive great pleasure from embarrassing the woman.

SILAS: Yes. I’m also irrevocably, irrationally, and irredeemably in love with her.

DANIEL: That explains a lot. Have you told her?

SILAS: No, of course not.

DANIEL: Well, you should.

SILAS: <sighs> Yes, I probably should. Perhaps at her wedding.

hypnophant:

My elderly (though “elderly” is relative to the observer’s own age is it not?) neighbor, Tim, is a quiet fellow who keeps to himself, but is always willing to lend a helping hand. Last Thursday afternoon, as I sat on the back patio, I saw Tim - tall, thin, hunched over a bit - grilling lunch….