Diagnosis: Domestic Dispute
Dr. Becker surveyed the patient and checked his pupils with a penlight. No response.
A nurse scrubbed off the blood with sudsy water and a sponge as
she prepared the body for family viewing.
Accompanied by Officer Jenkins, Mrs. Bentley entered Trauma Room C,
wringing her hands.
The physician glanced over. "I'm sorry, ma'am, we did all we could..."
"He's gone? How could he be gone?"
Dr. Becker sighed. "Having a bread knife thrust into your chest is often fatal."
"I only meant to wound him," she said. Officer Jenkins snapped on the cuffs.
Originally published In Flashshots, 10-7-10
Kelly has been writing for years. She prefers her flash fiction short. Very short.
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