Saturday, January 15, 2005
Not the Salmon Mousse
The young paramedic looked horrified as the sheet-covered bodies were wheeled past him. The emergency medical team had done everything they could, but all of their patients had just slipped away. He approached the junior doctor, who sat exhausted as orderlies took the casualties away. "What was it doctor?" he asked. "The whole group struck down like that. Did they eat some bad seafood or something? Was it food poisoning?"
The doctor shook his head sadly. "No, worse than that. It wasn't a dinner party - it was a writing club. Looks like someone fed them a bad topic."
The paramedic sighed deeply. "God, what a senseless waste of life..."
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