The way Allan told it—and he liked to tell it—they had Peter’s unusual last name and a decision by management to thank for being together. The hospital had been retraining old nurses to fill a shortfall. Some preferred the formality of earlier days. Their name badges—just the first name—became an issue. So management acted. That’s how Peter had himself rebadged with his surname. He walked into the ward, athletic and confident and introduced himself with a grin. ‘You’re new. I’m Nurse Jane. I need to take your pulse.’
Pulse
Published by Richard Holt
A writer from Melbourne, Richard maintains a number of blogs exploring very short fiction and text-based art practices. His stories and poems have been published in both mainstream and alternative journals and collections. He is also a visual artist and was co-founder of both Platform Artists Group and zine store, Sticky. He continues to publish very short fiction and conduct microfiction workshops for practicing writers, students and others. He has created numerous text-based installations and artworks for public spaces, including at Federation Square, Melbourne and in conjunction with the 2017, Newcastle Writers Festival. View all posts by Richard Holt
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