Dear Dr Fred You Missed the Big One
When I was young, I loved sports. I was an accomplished rugby player, I excelled as a distance runner. My mother and I were very close, I watched her being filled with pain medicine. Her death only came after much pain, from her lung cancer. After studying medicine my first position was as a general practitioner, then I was caught forging prescriptions so I could use them. A high death rate came among my patients, a number of cremations on older women was on the rise. Some were old~some sick needing my help, more death certificates followed. They found me guilty on twenty five counts of murder~could there be more, after all I am "The Angel of Death." I am here to make it all right, to let you go to a better place. I am not guilty, I am innocent. Now on the eve of my 58th birthday it must end, I must hang myself. Only if you had walked in my shoes, would you really have known the truth to my life.
Date written: 8/4/2022
7 Place
Dr Harold shipman Contest
Sponsored by: Joe Maverick
Copyright © Paula Goldsmith | Year Posted 2022
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