Sea Urchins and Spleen Removals

Illustration of a man dreaming in a bed

Seventy eight minutes of a familiar soft, aquatic ambiance filled my headphones after waking up in a hospital bed.

Those life-altering doctor’s office calls that everyone dreads after getting routine blood work done? I was twenty six years old and so naive that it never actually sank in. I hadn’t even been to see a doctor since my pediatrician as a kid. 

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Sunday Stories: “Track 33”

train against clouds

Track 33
by Jean M. Kane

Always she reappeared, just when Zilla had almost forgotten about her.  She was almost a feature of the station. 

Zilla noticed only the time. Once again, she’d gotten to the Grand Central before her track number had even been posted. The long arm of the clock on her kitchen wall, a plate rimmed in red, shoved Zilla out more violently early every year.  

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