I Moderate (i_moderate) wrote in we_archive, @ 2006-05-12 11:49:00 |
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i_estrange A Letter [Narrative]
Dr. Stephen Strange, M.D.
177A Bleecker Street
Greenwich Village, The City
Doctor Strange didn't realize he had a mailbox until the letter came for him. It was postmarked from The City Council building, and looked ominously like something he didn't want to read. He'd seen similar letters to this one from his college years. All official on the outside, informative on the inside, and always leaving the reader with a begrudging sense of dread for what would come in the following weeks. But it was illegal not to read them, correct? And the last thing Strange wanted was to be imprisoned in a bizarre new world for not opening a document from the local government.
It read:
Dear Dr. Stephen Strange, M.D.,
On behalf of your civil service requirements for The City, you are summoned to attend the trial of one, Mr. Jack Napier, providing as an overseeing medical counsel for the case on June 10 at The City Courthouse. As such you will be required to offer testimony on or relating to any crucial matters of medical importance, producing evidence as a possible witness in the trial, and judging the overall competence of those relating to the case.
This will fulfill your civic duty for the year, and you may provide this letter as proof that you do not need to serve following the date of the trial for the next twelve months.
On Behalf of The City and Its Council Members,
The City Bureaucrats
Strange sighed. He hadn't acted as a regular physician in years. And even that was as a medical surgeon, not a normal doctor. And much of his surgeon years were in the cosmetic industry. That's where the money had been, after all. At least until he realized what a disservice he was doing to mankind and transferred on to his current occupation as Sorceror Supreme. This was disconcerting.
As if things couldn't get any stranger. No pun intended, of course.