Surgical Precision

Welcome to Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog. This week’s photo is by Sean Fallon. Thank you, Sean!

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Surgical Precision

by Jan Brown

Like most other buildings on the block, it looked vacant. It wasn’t.

It was anonymous. A good place to hide.

A well-dressed man paused, looked furtively down the block, then walked quickly around back. Unlocking a solid steel door, he stepped into another world.

A reception area with tasteful art and marble flooring gave way to twin operating rooms with perfect lighting and sterile air flow. Recovery areas were beautifully furnished. He did the surgeries others wouldn’t. His talents were legendary. He never lost a patient.

Except for that little incident with the death of his pregnant mistress. So sad.

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44 thoughts on “Surgical Precision

    • I’d like to say I’m working on a story…but I haven’t “worked” on it in a month, so I’m not sure it even qualifies as “work in progress” anymore. No work, no progress!

    • Yes, I’m sure underground clinics exist–for a variety of nefarious purposes. And/or I’ve been watching “Law & Order” and “CSI” for too many years!

      Thank you for visiting and commenting, kz 🙂

  1. I felt like I was tip-toeing behind the well-dressed man to discover this secret surgery building… and then those last two sentences shook me. Wow — powerful and really creepy. Excellent writing to convey all this.

    • Is it “revenge”? I think it’s more “comeuppance.” (Is that still a word?) When he killed his mistress, he probably thought he could protect his marriage and wealth by doing so. But in the aftermath–trial, conviction, or public outcry if not convicted–he obviously felt the need to go underground and operate off the grid. Murder didn’t protect his life; murder destroyed his life. Perhaps the old cliché of “poetic justice” fits. And the old cliché of “that #&$damn dirty #$&@ing bastard!”

    • Thank you, Karen!

      In my mind, it’s the murder investigation/trial/conviction that drove the doctor underground. And now that he’s underground, he has to do provide all sorts of dastardly services (or just normal services to dastardly people) to continue to live in the rich lifestyle he had before. So, while he may have murdered the poor mistress to protect his marriage and lifestyle, it’s actually the murder that ruined his life.

      Thank you for visiting and commenting (and for caring about the misguided-but-doesn’t-deserve-to-be-dead girlfriend).

    • That seems to be the case in so many high profile cases and the resultant TV movies! But I’m sure the role of pregnant mistress seems critical to the pregnant mistress–and even more so to her unborn child.

    • Thanks for reading and commenting, Russell. Yes, the underground doctor is an intriguing evildoer and seems to be a repeating character in TV crime shows, too. I should probably stop watching so much TV before it warps my sweet, innocent mind 😉

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