My toughest assignment was the time I was commissioned to map a human heart. For starters, I had to drive a stake into each ventricle. My assistant got squeamish and left me to do the rest on my own. But I was a professional, you see, so I didn’t bolt from the site. The gushing was annoying, and the beats were incessant. I still hear them in my dreams. Haunting sound. The survey took two full days. I presented the completed map to the client and she hesitated to take it. I think she was afraid to accept the truth.
I’m a novelist, poet, and short story writer living in the Desert Southwest.
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