The Death of a Doctor
By Joel Mark Harris
“Did you hear Doctor Alex Hedblom just died?”
John Webster looked up from his desk to find Robert Smyllie looking down at him, a large frown creased his flat face.
“Really? What happened?” John said.
“Suicide by pills it looks like,” Smyllie said, in his thick Scottish accent. Robert Smyllie was the city editor and the person generally responsible for keeping John filing stories. Smyllie was a round figure with a large glossy forehead, thin greyish brown hair that sprung like miniature machine coils from his skull. He wore a plaid shirt. No tie. Nobody dressed overly formally in the newsroom.