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FC: An Unusual Treatment

Thu, 01/28/2010 - 11:50 | Nimbus
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The day before the dinner...

The door opened and the slim blonde woman stepped quietly in. She tentatively stepped over to the chair on the opposite side of Jack’s desk and sat down.

"I'll just be a moment, Mrs Chapman" Jack said, without looking up. “Please, take a seat”. The woman said nothing in return but did utter a slight sigh.

Jack quickly finished off the handwritten notes from the last patient. The WellBeing Clinic had a computerised medical note system but Jack preferred to write his notes by hand and then enter them into the computer at his leisure. In Jack’s case "at his leisure" equated to "only when he bloody well had to".

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FC: A Barbed Reminder

Fri, 11/20/2009 - 11:39 | Nimbus
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Dr Jack Hutchinson stood in the doorway to the bedroom and peered about. It was difficult to see anything in the gloom; only a small trickle of faded light bled around the edges of the closed blackout curtains. But one thing was clear - the body was no longer here.
 
Of course, it was days since the murder so the body of the man (one Robert Stephenson, aged 27) had long been packed up and carted off for forensic examination and autopsy. The rest of the room was generally untouched though. Jack had felt the need to come and look at the scene but, now he was here, he wasn't sure what he could achieve.
 
"What’re you up to?" he whispered to himself, as he scanned around the room.
 
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The Vicar of Stepney

Tue, 08/11/2009 - 07:22 | Nimbus
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Things were quiet in the church of St. George’s-in-the-East - just as the Reverend Daniel O'Connor liked it. That wasn't to say that he didn't wish a few more people would join his congregation on a Sunday or that he didn't like the echoing tunes that emanated from the church organ. Just that he preferred the church during its calm moments at the end of the day, when the air was cool and still, and where it almost seemed like he could hear God's whispers between the aisles as he tidied up the hymn books and gathered up any litter.

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