The Winner
Majid Khan
July 2, 2010
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Majid Khan
I pull up on the side of the road on this rainy British summer’s day. The rain doesn’t make it easy to get my doctor’s bag out of the trunk, which I do in a hurry so I can make my way to the house where I’ve been asked to visit a 37-year-old man named Kenneth.
This really isn’t ideal. Now my bag is wet, my papers are wet, my trousers are wet