I’m pleased to see my new story, “Hospice Care Suffers No Down Time,” published at Reservoir Road. Here’s the first paragraph:
Clouds rake across the sky, my pancreas. A Chinese doctor says my pulse is dry, white. An exact description of the only wine I buy. I stick out my tongue. He nods and writes down notes I don’t care to decipher. He loads up a bag with tonics the color of dead leaves.