Luminescent

Rob stood looking down at the sea. The medical school year book had said that he was the one most likely to become a world-famous professor. He scanned the endless blue water under a hot cloudless sky. He had been imagining this day since he was a grubby child in India, staring dumbstruck at pictures …

Radiant

James picked at the scab on the back of his hand. If he was careful he might peel it off in one piece leaving a faint, white line of scar tissue. The scab snapped, and he slammed his fist hard on the table. Give me a break, somebody. I shouldn’t have had those shots after …