“I’ve never seen ovarian cysts in a man’s neck before,” said the doctor, snapping his gloves off.

“Pardon me,” I said, “but I came here about the rash on my hand.”

I held up the offending appendage.

He stared at it for a while and eventually declared: “…That’s athlete’s foot.”

Harris Coverley has fiction published or forthcoming in The Scribe, Trembling With Fear, and The J.J. Outre Review. He is also a Rhysling-nominated poet, with forthcoming verse in Spectral Realms, Corvus Review, The Oddville Press, and many others.