Monday, March 19, 2012

G. O. T. O. E. R.

After a refreshing spring bicycle ride in for my 7am shift, I observed the oddest thing I've encountered in a while. (Keep in mind that as an ER doctor, I work amongst oddity.)

In the shadow of Yale-New Haven Hospital, directly opposite the emergency department entrance, a woman was sitting in the driver's seat of her early 90's model subcompact, bundled in a winter parka, surrounded by her belongings, with an Ouija board on her lap. I regret not pausing to read the message being transcribed by the planchette's movements. Would have the divining changed?

I'm trying to craft this encounter into a poem or short story. If only I had more time...