Training Dr Ryan

He quickly snapped the umbrella shut, waded onto the carriage entrance and continued, dripping a trail along the already wet floor to the lower compartment. He sank into the aisle seat at the very back, threw the backpack onto the next vacant lot and hung the brolly’s neck onto the seat in front. The train started forward.

He perused the bodies fencing the aisle and windows. His oral cavity yawned – a momentary lapse in concentration. His preference was for the thinner variety; not much fat to fight against in trying to reach one’s destination. Delicate females made ideal specimens. It was a pity that the translucent skin was pigmented formaldehyde yellow once assigned to him, so masking the underlying architecture.

His mind turned the page to lunch. Vegan Monday; he was consoled by the idea of lunch prior to anatomy class today.

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