Dancing with Dr Death

2nd October 2019 16

‘Its in ‘ere doc’. The thickset man, dressed incongruously in a dress suit, opens a door to a windowless room. Only synthetic light to make the examination. I hesitate in the doorway. The sheet is folded back neatly and shows the patient in repose, lying on her back. Her face is so serene and her colour so warm that she … [Read on]