rain slowly slides down the glass as if the night is crying.
I've never taken a scalpel to a dead body.
I find it difficult to attend autopsies. Especially the smells.
I wouldn't want to donate my body for scientific study.
My friends call me Miss Worst Case Scenario.
He was pushing fifty, with a face life had chewed on, and long wisps of graying hair parted low on one side and combed over his balding pate.