Last Day of 1996

by Carrin Pockrandt

Jack is not a hypochondriac. When he sat in the hospital waiting room on level six, watching a man drool onto his sweater, he forgot where he was and bit his thumbnail. He only bit it once, but it was enough to swallow the bacteria on his skin and under his nail. The next day he woke up with a soar throat. He called in sick to work, just in case. Jack is not a hypochondriac - he’s just spent too much time in hospitals without being sick.


Carrin Pockrandt lives in California and is currently attempting to survive in the real world.