Saturday, January 22, 2011
Stuff
I was hired last week to write terminal illness
declarations at St Vincent’s.
Last Saturday Barbara walked into the bathroom.
I was having a shower.
She showed me the ad through the Perspex.
“They’re looking for writers at the hospital”
I thought there had been a bombing.
“Who was there?”, I asked.
“Huh? No. Writers.
For cancer patients, and stuff”.
I was hired last week to write terminal illness
declarations at St Vincent’s.
Last Saturday Barbara walked into the bathroom.
I was having a shower.
She showed me the ad through the Perspex.
“They’re looking for writers at the hospital”
I thought there had been a bombing.
“Who was there?”, I asked.
“Huh? No. Writers.
For cancer patients, and stuff”.