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Selected Writing by Olaf Kroneman

This is a selection of the stories written by Olaf Kroneman. If you enjoy one, or more, please share them with your friends and feel free to visit the Contact page to leave feedback!

A World Famous Place

I want to be a good doctor. But I don’t want to bend, fold, spindle or mutilate anybody in the learning process. I’m nervous. I tell myself the transition will be gradual. A world-famous place like this can’t allow the mistakes of an inexperienced intern. I’ll probably have too much supervision and my training will…

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Triplets

My doomed internship was at a very famous place. I must have had shortcomings.  Could this world famous place be wrong and I am right? Unlikely. I mean this place was really famous, a historic, venerable institution. At my exit interview the chairman of the department of medicine said he was very disappointed in me.…

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Bad Blood

I had to give my supervising resident, Dr. Robin Richards, the bad news. This was no way to meet him. I picked up the phone, paged him, and waited. The more experienced and confident the resident, the longer you could expect to have a call returned. The phone rang and I answered it. “Don’t ever…

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Fight Night

Frankie Vic owned the Club Milano, a place where the union rank and file held wedding receptions, First Communions, wakes, and boxing matches. Architecturally speaking, the Club Milano was a confusion of Doric, Ionic, and Corinthian columns, giving a very approximate appearance of the Roman Colosseum. On the inside were brick arches and a water…

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The Ironman

I drove downtown. The billboards tallied my descent: Mercedes–Benz Comerica Bank The Bottle Shop Fine Wines and Gourmet Foods I kept driving. Porsche and Audi The wealthy that made a fortune selling American cars now drove foreign. Protestant Cemetery The Black Leather Shop Catholic Cemetery McDonald’s Jewish Cemetery Popeye’s With six miles to go I…

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The Recidivist

“Hello,” I said. “Dr. Larco, Metropolitan Kidney Dialysis. Dialysis without violence.” “Larco, it’s Sweeney, from the network. What’s this dialysis without violence?  What’s that say about the rest of us?” I pictured his fat hand covering the receiver and heard him whisper, “God damn smart ass. He’ll get his now.” “Who you calling smart ass?”…

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