28 March 2010


Of course it had never crossed his mind that he would ever need their services, so it was quite the shock when his vision blurred and the dizziness overcame him. Really, having an attack in the middle of a site visit, tape measure in hand, was more irony than he could bear.

"I came here to measure this room" he thought, crumpling to the floor, "and now the room will take the measure of me." The light through the doorway became searing bright. He opened his mouth to say something, but no sound was forthcoming. The hospital man had his back to the doorway.

There was a sharp crack, as of bone hitting wood, and then nothing.

Photo credit: Irish Gumbo


  1. Oh no... do tell us more.

    The Blue Ridge Gal

  2. unless, of course, this was REAL?????????

  3. Not fair. That title and that picture? Not fair.

  4. I hope this is just a theme that you're seeing out and not an actual account...

  5. GREAT story in no more words than necessary.

    Unless, of course, as Vodka Mom says, it's real; in which case you must write more and let us know you are okay.


  6. Okay, I'm assuming, because of your labels, that this is fiction. So in that case, why no pic of you in the hospital bed with a bra on your head?

  7. I like this. Is it flash fiction?

  8. oh, dear. i do hope it's just a short piece of well-written fiction.

  9. I hope that he will be okay. Sounds like a heart attack.

  10. F'ing brilliant!


"Let your laws come undone
Don't suffer your crimes
Let the love in your heart take control..."

-'The Hair Song', by Black Mountain

Tell me what is in your heart...