The physician told her to return tomorrow.
‘An affliction of the heart,’ was all he said.
She returned fearing the worst. She entered the little cabinet and saw on the desk a fine dinner and red wine and two lit candles. The doctor, neatly dressed, held a bouquet of roses.
(First published last year.)
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I write as a way of life: stories, blogs, articles, almost-poems. I'm a freelancer, a vegetarian, and I listen to Leonard Cohen and enjoy French films. We are dying a little more with each new day we live, so shouldn't we make the most of our time?
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38 thoughts on “A 50-Word Story a Day Keeps the Boredom Away #21 (Republished)”
that’s an interesting doctor patient relationship!
Professionalism comes first. Almost always.
Not too surprising, my “thecontradictoryoptimist,” coming from the writer of a recent 50 word story of the relationship between a nephew and his aunt – although, like yourself, I would think twice before going. A heart doctor with an side interest in gastro?
I don’t think there’s much queerness in this story, Randy.
As to that other story, well… Vargas Llosa married his aunt Julia when he was only 19.
With all due respect for the great Nobel peace prize winner
And with respect for you, as I admire your writing so much,
I submit, only to provide some diversion and levity,
That although Llosa said that:
Mexico is the perfect dictatorship
Mario Vargas Llosa is the perfect incest-orship
You can say about him whatever you like, I don’t mind. I’m not his fan.
Just said that about his aunt as a curiosity.
I tip my hat to you Randy. I like your comments.
mine’s tipped back, too
oh my goodness, i just loooooooove this with all my heart.
Yay! 🙂 I bet somthing like this happened somewhere, sometime…
I used to kiss my hot chiropractor in the office when the door was shut.
I hope it was a kiss on the cheek and nothing more. Kissing is such a messy business!
There is a similar story told as Sufi lore. The doctor asks the writer to recite his/her latest poem, after which the writer is healed. The doctor tells the writer the sickness was from not releasing his/her poem. It was said much more eloquently than this!
That’s a very romantic story… 🙂
Yes, it might have happened. Life brings more romance stories than there are writers to write about them.
Maybe the Catalonian sun makes your heart weak, and you go to a Basque doctor, and he asks you to return…
Hhm… I have more faith in my heart than that! 😉
very cute story. & you’ve rearranged your layout again? 😛
Yes, what do you make of it?
I like it. It’s snazzy. 🙂
An affliction of the heart indeed =) nice one!
I love this. I really do. I may have to do one!
Love these stories!
That really wasn’t very nice of the physician. But oh how romantic…
Now you have my head in the clouds, dear hatted boy.
And do you perceive any heart-shaped clouds?
I do! And did you see my heart-shaped cactus?
just too sweet
My oh my! Don’t perish. 🙂