Wolf Winter*

“Thank you so much, my darling,” I say, as Seb pulls over outside my Office this morning.  My darling boy has driven me to work on his way back to the other side of the country. “That’s quite alright, my lovely,” Seb says, smiling at me, his turquoise eyes bright. “Not just for driving me […]

The Cutting Season*

“Hello Tanya,” my plastic surgeon says, beaming his huge smile.  “How are you?” “It’s been ages,” I say, smiling back at him, sitting at the desk opposite him.  “It’s nice to see you.” “Have you been keeping well?” He says. “So, I’ve got to have some more surgery,” I say.   “Yes, I’ve been talking […]

Scaredy Cat*

“What are you doing?” I ask Mum from underneath my furry blanket. “Just moving some photographs around,” Mum says. “Why don’t you sit here with me and do the crossword?” I say.  “You’re always saying that you want to see me, and now I’m here you…” “Finished the crossword,” Mum says.  “Anyway, you’re writing the […]

The Panther’s Claw*

I’m striding down the main road with the panther.  We’re going to be late for my course.  The bus has dropped us nowhere-near-where-we-need-to-be.  Am certain that last time it stopped outside the building.  Suddenly, the panther stops and stares into a shop window. Coming to a halt next to him, I see a model panther […]

Mystery Of The White Room*

“Hi there,” my surgeon says, opening the door of her consulting room.  She looks lovely: her sleek dark hair tumbling down her back. “Hello,” I say, throwing my arms around her, kissing her on the cheek.  “It’s lovely to see you.” “Hello,” Mum says, smiling. We follow her into the room and take our seats […]

Until Friday Night*

“Aren’t you going to get changed?” Mum says, looking at my purple vest top and black gym trousers. “No,” I say.  We’re about to set off for the hospital to see my breast surgeon. “But don’t you want to look nice for Seb?” Mum says.  Seb is coming to the parentals for dinner. “It’s not […]

A Scanner Darkly*

It’s cool, calm and quiet in the waiting area for MRI scans.  Am the youngest person here by at least forty years, as usual.  The only sounds are the squeak of doors opening and closing; the patter of footprints and the thud of walking sticks up and down the corridor.  Listen carefully and there’s a […]

Under The Knife*

“So, um, I just wanted to say,” I say, looking at my surgeon.  “So, um, when the oncologist said last week that the cancer was in my lungs now, I didn’t really need to know that and, you know, I already knew, because you said, that it had spread and…well I was wondering, in future […]

The Easter Egg Murder*

“I don’t see why we have to see all the doctors again tomorrow,” I say to Mum when she calls.  “We spent all day at the hospital on Wednesday and the oncologist said that we were allowed to go on holiday and…” “Because they did all those tests last week and they need to give […]

Flesh Wounds*

“Ouch,” I howl, bursting into tears.  My underarm burns with pain. “Oh I’m so sorry,” the doctor says.  “I didn’t realise that you’d just shaved your underarm till I’d already wiped the alcohol all over it.”     “Here,” the nurse says, handing me a wet tissue.     Wiping it off, I try to […]