Angels and Gargoyles, Part 15

In 2012 I published a novella, Angels and Gargoyles and offered it for free. Since then it has been downloaded 1675 times. I thought I would post it on my blog a little at a time for your enjoyment. I’ll post it once or twice a week. If you would like a free copy, go to http:/ Here is the last part, Part 15. Enjoy.

A short time later at a children’s hospital in New York City, a tall, striking blonde woman approached the nurses’ station.

“What have you done with my husband?” she made a mock demand with a chuckle.

The nurse looked up, “Oh, hello Doctor Gareth. He’s in room 16 tonight. He performed surgery on a crack baby this afternoon, and said he would stay with the baby through the night–just in case.”

“He always does when there is no family. Give me a blanket. I will try to make him comfortable at least.”

The nurse found two fresh blankets and asked, “Will you be staying too?”

“Oh, heavens no. One of has to get home to relieve the baby sitter.”

“How many children do you have?” asked the nurse as she replaced one of the blankets.

“Two by Lamaze and three by adoption.”

Both women laughed.

“You two are quite the couple if you don’t mind my saying so; both talented, pediatric surgeons,” said the nurse. “You are like the odd couple. I mean, you are so tall and beautiful while he is short and, and…”

“Brilliant!” interjected Angela.

“Yes, brilliant is the word I was searching for,” smiled the nurse. “How did you two meet?”

“It was match made in heaven. We met in medical school. We had a lot in common: we both wanted to be pediatricians; we are both religious, we both lost both our parents, and we both love children. We started dating and, as they say, the rest is history.”

“Well all of us nurses think the world of you two.”

“Thank you.”

“But tell me, Angela, just between us girls, is it true what they say about men with big feet?”

“What do you mean?”

“You know, they are enhanced in other areas of their anatomy as well.”

Angela could feel the blood rushing up the back of her neck and filling her face, but was powerless to stop it.  “That is an improper question to ask about Doctor Gareth,” she stammered as she blushed.

“Never mind, you just answered my question. Did you know he talks in his sleep? Oh! That’s stupid! Of course you would know. Sometimes late at night I hear voices and when I check, he is talking in his sleep–calling names.”

“Let me guess; Edward, Griff, and Willie?”

“Yes! Yes! So you have heard him. Isn’t that weird?”

“The weird part is we know several Edwards, but no Griffs or Willies. I don’t know where he got those names.”

“Well don’t worry doctor. We check in on him.”

Angela turned to take the blanket down the hall. “Just remember, hands off. I saw him first.”


For e-books by me, visit Follow me on Twitter at Follow my blog at or


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s

Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple

Growing older is inevitable. Growing up is optional.

Sara in LaLaLand

Welcome to my world.

The Letterista

Freelance writing for fun and profit


Jagah Dil Mein Honi Chahiye- Stories Have A Life Of Their Own


i owe it to the sea!

Howlin Books

A Bookish Blog


Live The Laptop Life Style


Dave Mayall's "Authors from Around the World"

Diary of an Internet Nobody.(Archive)

Rants and Musings from the Ether.

Blue Blogs Network

A network of the best LE Blogs on the web:

Being Author

Book Promotion & authors BLOG

Writer's Haven

Words from heart

Rishav K Singh

Project Theos

Rationalising The Universe

one post at a time

%d bloggers like this: