Pretense

She smiled slightly
when the doctor
commented
on her quickened
pulse —
a symptom she
did not have
prior to his
touch.

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22 Comments

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22 responses to “Pretense

  1. Ahhh. I really like this.

  2. Just read this by accident when heading for your Wordle. (Haven’t written my Mag yet.)
    LOVE it. Brought a big smile.

  3. I’ve often thought about that, stethoscopes, too.

  4. hopefully he had assisted in her feeling much better!

  5. Ahhh… I went with ‘love sick’ too but, not with the doctor 🙂 Made me smile thanks Mark

  6. This reminds me of the Peter Sellars/Sophia Loren song Boombedy boom: “Oh Doctor I’m in trouble”

  7. Karen S.

    Oh but of course she didn’t, because he was more a suitor, or rather, wooer than a doctor!

  8. Yay! baby bring on the happiness. I’m glad you saw light in the room. It seems the rest of us focused on violence and gloom. Thanks for this. It quickened my pulse for the better 😉

  9. She’s got it bad, got it bad, got it bad…She’s Hot for Doctor 🙂

  10. Helen

    How many have suffered the same fate? Countless of us I would guess … nicely done!!

  11. Clever, quirky, entertaining…

  12. hypercryptical

    Love this – I sometimes suffer this symptom…

    Anna :o]

Some of what I write is true, some is fiction; most is merely possibility.

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