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What a Hyde! a Flash Fiction Story

John has many years of writing experience in poetry, short fiction and text for children's books. Basically, he just loves to write.

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Ruby's Request

In a comment on my latest Poems From the Porch article, Ruby Jean Richert (AlwaysExploring) asked the following:

"Can I ask you to write a short fiction story that is really scary? ... Thanks in advance."

Normally, I use the requests in comments as prompts to write future poems for the Poems From the Porch, but as Ruby requested a short fiction story it didn't really fit. However, as Halloween is approaching I decided to try writing a story in time for that and publishing it as a separate hub. This is the result. Ruby, thank you for the request, and I hope you enjoy "What a Hyde!"

Everybody, soon or late, sits down to a banquet of consequences.

— Robert Louis Stevenson

Full waiting room

Full waiting room

What a Hyde!

The clinic's waiting room was full to overflowing. There was either an awful lot of sickness around at the moment or this doctor was very popular. Being a new patient here, I hoped it was the latter.

My appointment time was ten minutes ago but considering how many others were ahead of me I sat back with an outdated magazine and braced myself for quite a wait. Luckily I had no other appointments or commitments today.

In time, the waiting room began to thin out as a new patient was called into the surgery every 20 minutes or so. I had been dozing a little, but looking at my watch I saw I had been waiting over an hour. It was almost my turn when, suddenly, a weird thought struck me. I hadn't seen anyone come out of the surgery.

"I hadn't seen anyone come out of the surgery." Image by Gerd Altmann from

"I hadn't seen anyone come out of the surgery." Image by Gerd Altmann from

Normally, you see the last patient approach the counter and then leave as the next name is being called. But, I was sure no one had left! I admit I was tired, so maybe I'd slept more than I thought and missed some leaving. But, surely not all.

When I had phoned the clinic to make an appointment I hadn't asked the doctor's name. I had just been happy to get an appointment with anyone at short notice. I was still feeling uneasy when, just then, I heard my name being called, "Mr Hansen? Doctor Jekyll will see you now."

I stood up, and gazing at the nurse I noticed her name badge, "Louise Stevenson," but instead of following her into the doctor's surgery, I turned my back on her and ran out the front door.

Keep your fears to yourself, but share your courage with others.

— Robert Louis Stevenson

By Unknown, published by the National Printing & Engraving Company, ChicagoModifications by Papa Lima Whiskey  Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10048960

By Unknown, published by the National Printing & Engraving Company, ChicagoModifications by Papa Lima Whiskey Public Domain, https://commons.wikimedia.org/w/index.php?curid=10048960

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