Like the tabby staring at a fishbowl,
I watch my mind's futile gyrations.
The Orderly and the Queen - Everyday Vignette #15
"Time for breakfast, Your Highness," I say. Amber Verdan is smiling when I come into her cell. Weird. She never smiles.
"Greetings, Arthur," she says. "Today is a glorious day."
"Yeah?" I ask as I set her tray down. "Why's that?"
Verdan's smile grows wider. "Arthur, I finally have recovered all my power. Today I shall escape this place and return to my kingdom."
"Oh, ok." I mentally note to have a watch put on Verdan, though I doubt she'd try anything. Except for the fact that she thinks she's a fairy queen, Verdan's harmless. Almost sane, really.
"Arthur, you have long been my favorite. I would have you come with me and be my knight, if you would pledge your fealty to me. I long to show you my kingdom. Will you do it?"
"Sure, Your Highness," I say. "Why not?"
Verdan frowns. "I am serious, Arthur. If you would be my knight, swear it. Pledge your fealty to me forever."
"I pledge my fealty to you as your knight forever."
She stands, beaming. This is really weird.
"Oh, Arthur, you
Unicorn, M.D.Unicorn M.D.
The day I passed my medical board exams was a day of much relief for me. I had wanted to be a doctor ever since I had appendicitis when I was ten, and I remembered the kind, smiling face of the surgeon before the anaestheseologist hit me with the sedative. The idea of being cut open scared me to death, but the surgeon himself reassured me, made me feel so much better, and gave me courage. I was still scared, but I felt like I could face my fear, and place my life in this man's skilled hands.
Holding the letter in my hands, I felt like it was payback time. Now it was my turn to do some good. Of course it would be a while before I actually had my M.D., as the internship was part of the medical school program. I would be put on rotation, covering every aspect of hospital medicine, finding my niche as it were.
So, going to UCL
The Selkie and the BlacksmithThe Selkie and the Blacksmith
By Chris Rosenbaum
Sit down, child, sit down by the fire. Oh ho ho, yes, I'm sorry, you hate being called "child," my girl. It is your twelfth birthday. I am so old now. I don't look it? Well, I am flattered. You see getting older doesn't mean you have to grow old. I am still strong, I can still swing a hammer or a sword if need be. I must give you your birthday present. Come, sit, I will tell you a story. One might call it a faerie tale...but that would imply it never really happened. Oh, this did. This did. It happened many years ago.
You've heard the tales of the selkies, child? Ah, not like this. You see, we know how the seal-folk are...in the sea, they are seals, lithe living bodies under the waves, happy and carefree. Sometimes they come onto land like