THE BLACK MILE

By John Thomas Tuft

Dr. Sandy Drake stood on the roof of Pittsburgh General Hospital taking deep drags on his cigarette, completely oblivious to what was about to happen to reshape his world. All he knew right now was that he was tired of this work. This was his getaway spot, up on the roof, near the red cross painted on the concrete marking the helicopter landing pad. The city lights always intrigued him even as it turned its back on the aging hospital where he worked. Floors were emptying out, changes arrived every day, money was tight, but he hung on, just…