This would fit roughly somewhere into the opening third of the Whitechapel/Spitalfields aspect of ‘Agnes Ross’. Completely unedited incidentally, and only 800 and something words.
Could anyone reading this please reply, and tell me what they understand the reflection of Whitelaw fading into the face of his suitor. Please.
Anyway, read on. Click the picture for tunes and film clip if you aren’t interested in the read. Danse Macabre and some exceptional time lapse art.
Oh, and my mind is not killing me. As for a certain character……………………..
My patients now fell into two main areas. Surgical patients at the London Hospital; clinical and general medical patients as my night time house visits dictated.
My surgical side was suffering. I did not have a regular list, and there seemed to be fewer and fewer patients requiring the knife. I was share purchasing a body every two weeks…
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