My Diagnosis Of A Cure – 50 Word Story

“I’m afraid so, the charts don’t lie,” the doctor says as he turns the clipboard around and shows Hector the headstone he had crudely drawn over top of his flow chart.

Hector’s eyes explode open and he grits his teeth together tightly. “WHAT SORT OF FUCKING DOCTOR ARE YOU ANYWAY?”

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