The Handsome Medical Doctor

Mike smiled as he took in on the appearance of his office yet again. The office was painted grey, and it had only one floor-to-ceiling window, which faced the main road. On the grey desk sat a desktop computer, a notebook lying open, and a stack of papers sitting under a turtle-shaped paperweight. In a corner, the air conditioner was blasting at medium, and there was a swivel chair in the middle of the office. A bookshelf, bursting with books was in a corner, with yet another stack of papers under a paperweight that was shaped to look like a tuft of grass. A few pens were lying on the papers, but some had fallen onto the top of the bookshelf. Smiling to himself, he put on his spectacles and began to go through some files. His day seemed to be going well, having seen four patients that morning. Two had recognised him, one whom he had recognised as Brandon, one of his closest friends during his  while the other

Mike sat on his verandah as he read the morning newspaper. Quite normal for him to read newspapers on Saturdays when he was outside Zades. It was his first time spending a full day in his new house since he had arrived than in his brother's house.Well his house was a sight to behold because it was indeed a beautiful one. A bungalow painted with red white, and black, it was surrounded by beautiful flowers unending.There was a beautiful brown rug just before the door. Velvet drapes framed the windows, the lace inner curtains remained drawn, allowing daylight to enter while rendering the heart-stopping view over the city a blur.The veranda stretched the entire frontage of the house. The smell the freshness of the white paint was an evidence that he had painted the house not that long. Actually he had bought the house and had remade it according to his taste. Susanne had helped with the furnitures by going shopping in his stead.

The kitchen was sleek, professionally designed, bespoke, with granite counters, stainless steel appliances. It was very spotless, and expertly scrubbed, well equipped, utensils on hooks, matching cups uncluttered, clean folded tea towel, gentle swish from the dishwasher, and an efficient hum of refrigerator. Dried flowers hung from beams with a professional knife block, nothing superfluous, minimalistic. Susanna's eyes drip with tears as she washed the dishes. Her walls, the walls that hold her up, which makes her strong just... collapse. Moment by moment, they fall. Salty drops fall from her chin, drenching her shirt. Perhaps these tears will help wash the pain out. She pressed my head against the wall. She was trembling. She could not stop. Even as she press her hand on the plates it shakes, it trembles. It's raw, everything, raw tears, raw emotions. She couldn't stop... She just could not stop. Why can she not stop crying?All her life she

Seven years ago.........The sun was bright and early. It's rays, like fingers stretching across the darkened sky, bring with it a new day. Gradually, the sun fills the sky with its brilliance and a warm glow. ... The fiery ball of light rising from the horizon, colored the sky in shades of orange and yellow.The piercing sound of the alarm clock brought Susanna back from the dead of sleep. She started to wriggle and stretch within her little cosy, warm, haven that is she calls her bed. As parts of her body were gradually turning on, she realised today was the day she starts her new job. She wakes up with a start and lifts reluctantly lifts her head off the pillow, squinting against the gossamer light flirting through the window.She sighed again as she leaned over at the bulky black clock which was on the wall. She was already ten minutes late on her first day. She quickly stood up and en

Susanna smiled as she met his gaze, his eyes portraying shock and worry. She did not know why he seemed so worried but all she wanted to do was to repay him for all he had done for her that night."Please stay" She whispered as she stepped closer, reaching out to the hands that once reassured her that her world was safe, holding it with her two hands. She clutched at his long and straight fingers anyway, letting the warmth and softness of her own hands let him know she was there to help in anyway possible.She did not know why but she felt safe with this man. She will not deny the fact that she will be happy if he stays in this 'lonely cabin' she calls a home with her, even if it was just for a night."I do not know.......""Take it as an offer from a friend" She said as she squeezed his hand tighter."OK, if you do insist" He reluctantly said as he smiled."G