Linc Burrows Novels & Stories

Knowing full blown well that the bubble we lived in after the wedding would sooner or later pop. Well the bubble did pop, the second he left me here to run after her. I picked up my cell phone and dialled the dermatology clinic. "Good morning, Nancy. I'm sorry to inform you, but I'll have to postpone the procedure that we were going to do today, removing all of Mr Carter's cysts." I say in a rather withdrawn voice. It's my voice, but it sounds like the words leaving into thin air are coming from afar. "Doctor Costello, I'm sorry if I'm speaking out of turn, but doctor doesn't sound quite like yourself." Nancy says. She is one of the nicest people working with me and we have become quite good

There was nothing special about room 3c–except that ‘He’ always locked the door behind him, even during lunch. I only noticed because I always passed by at exactly 12:04. Today, the door was open. He seemed to be in some kind of trance as he made his way past me into the busy hall way, clutching something under his jacket and checking over his shoulders, curiosity won over common sense and now here I was–in the woods–watching my crush of over a year dig a shallow hole in the frozen earth.