The Draining Lake*

“Hello,” my plastic surgeon says, popping his head round the door, his face lit up by his huge smile. “Hello,” I say.   “How are you doing?” He says, perching on the edge of my bed which creaks: he’s a portly gentleman. “Not too bad,” I say.  “In a lot of pain, but my chest […]

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 […]

Sparkling Cyanide

“How are you, Tanya?” My plastic surgeon says, beaming his big smile as I sit across the desk from him. Mum is sitting next to me. “OK, I think,” I say. This is the first time I’ve seen him this year. He looks jolly, as usual. It always cheers me up to see him. “So, […]