Scalpel Stories
by Simon Bramhall and Fionn Murphy

Books

Dilemma

Dilemma

Tragedy in a pub on New Year’s Eve. Even before the chimes have struck, a new widow enters a different world - the world of organ donation and transplantation. A world of dilemma, pain, desperation and risk, orchestrated by Fate, Time and their instruments: doctors, surgeons, anaesthetists. At war, in bed, on the wards, in theatre; battling with death, with each other and sometimes even their patients.

Dilemma crosses boundaries into a world where life and death interact and everything is up for grabs. But only if skill and chance play the game together and the participants have the courage to make the right choices.

Dilemma is now available to order online from Amazon.


Just Another Saturday Night

Just Another Saturday Night

A&E in a regional NHS hospital, all night, every night. Burst appendix, broken limbs, severed appendages; indigestion; the drunk, disorderly, the disaffected; misplaced car keys; an even more misplaced prosthesis; a brain haemorrhage. A stabbing.

Tracy thought she had seen it all. But when events take a more sinister turn, she finds herself on the firing line as both victim and perpetrator. And that is before the arrival of the Covid 19.

A&E. A world within a world. Funny, touching, sad. Sometimes surreal, often heroic. Predictable, but never the same.

It’s Just Another Saturday Night.

Chapter One

It was a woman’s voice. Tracy fought back.

“And your point is?” she said, emotionless – always the best way.

“You sprained your wrist on Tuesday and now you need emergency treatment? At…” she glanced at the clock “Eight o’clock on a Saturday evening? Four days after the event.” Tracy hoped the dramatic pause that followed would have an effect, but she was wrong. Again.

“Does it hurt? … Not really but you’re first reserve for the ladies darts tonight …. Are you left-handed? … There’s no problem then, is there? …. Well, our current waiting time is…” she winced at the writing on the wall in the waiting room, “… between four and five hours, unless you’re an emergency. Which you are not.” End of. She put the phone down.

Her sigh extended out into the waiting room and circled languidly, looking for somewhere to roost. But all the chairs were occupied, even the one with the deformed leg. It’s occupant, an impossibly slender woman with eyes hidden behind celebrity status aviators had perched herself at the stable side of the seat and was precariously balanced at an angle designed to counter the deformity and to achieve balance. As long as she did not move it would work. Tracy could not remember exactly what the woman had said she had come in for – something euphemistic that a receptionist was not supposed to understand. Certainly not for the dazzling sunlight, she had remarked. It had seemed like a joke but it wasn’t, as they both knew. But the woman was not in apparent distress or bleeding over anything so that would have to do. On her face, what was left of it outside the sunglasses, she wore the same expression as the rest of the assembled throng, something between resignation and forlorn hope, carpeted with resentful endurance


This should be available from Amazon in 72 hrs as a Kindle download and shortly after as a paperback.


Trick or Treat

Trick or Treat?

Life is a gamble. How much more so when Mah-Jong, on-line poker, drugs, knives and a clash of cultures invade the life of a quiet provincial English city?

Halloween. A man disguised as Donald Trump. A hospital embroiled in racism, incompetence and drug abuse, struggling to cope. Consultant Surgeons with scalpels, school kids with knives: conflict in the corridors and on the streets.

Detective Catherine Scott, with her vitiligo and canine ‘girls’, is charged with restoring order and finds herself enmeshed in a world of intrigue and secrets. Deception is the new truth. Can life ever be the same again?

Trick or Treat? is the debut novel from Simon Bramhall and Fionn Murphy introducing a new genre: detective fiction, medical drama, dark humour and hilarious truth. And that is just the beginning.


Exciting news! The paperback version of Trick or Treat? is now available from Amazon (see link below) price £8.99.
The perfect holiday read!


Chapter One
Singapore 1973

Sweat or humidity? It was impossible to tell. Edible air. Suffocation born of heat and unfiltered cigarette smoke. Lizard-tongue roll ups dangling like serpent breaths, licking Chance, tasting Fate.

Four men sit at the square table in the small room, playing Mah-jong. Eyes open, faces closed. Everything that matters is in the dry, bone tiles chattering about them – stippled white noise in a dim room. It is scene from forever set down here, now, for the men in singlets and flaccid shorts. Three are young and the other is slightly older, but none as far as middle aged. They gamble in the present for their future and the tiles will decide. An unholy way to choose, perhaps, but as sacred and binding as the discreet tattoo they all wear on the soft skin of the inner right elbow, where with every bend and crease the silent black lines shriek out their allegiance as the tigers’ jaws blend with their bones. They were born and then they chose. Now they belong until they die.


The Letterman

The Letterman

All it takes is a split second. One moment’s madness - and nothing will ever be the same again.

A surgeon is found to have inscribed his initials on a donor liver during a life-saving transplant operation, and everything changes, not just for him and for his patient, but for everyone around them. The ensuing conflict is played out in the medical world, the global media and eventually, in court, where justice itself is put on trial. What price victory? Who wins when everyone loses?

Beginning

All it takes is a split second. A moment of madness.

August 2013. Early Evening.

An orange sky and a chord of motorway traffic. Low, long reaching sun; shadows bouncing and wrapping themselves around moving metal. Fiery fingers reaching into windows, torturing mirrors, fraying tempers, blinding. The traffic is heavy but at least it is moving.

A red Passat in the middle lane. Two children squabbling in the back and their mother in the passenger seat ignoring them. She is used to it. Her husband, driving, is not and cannot avoid their endless whinging. He pretends not to hear, focussing his gaze instead on the traffic flow ahead, sighing as it slows and dropping out of fourth gear, ready to brake. An accident? Or just the weight of traffic? He strains forward to see out of the car windscreen, squeezing his eyes in an attempt to make out what is in the sky ahead. A black dot framed against the livid sun; dropping from the sky; taking shape, blocking out the light, arms outstretched.

“Call 999!” Fear. He shouts. “A plane’s coming down on top of us.”


Charity

Charity

Charity begins in a shop on the high street. Everyone pulling together to help and support ex-military personnel in need. Or are they? What happens to the preloved possessions of a dominatrix? How often can you steam a garment before it dies? Will Colin ever find someone with whom to share his tropical fish? And just what does go on in the cellar, especially at weekends?

The charity shop is a microcosm of our lives: absurd, sometimes tragic, unbelievable, hilarious. All life passes through its doors and some even lives on the doorstep. But only when Davinia, the manageress, is not there...

Charity. Receiving is believing.

Chapter One
Our Door Is Always Open

“It’s closed.”

“Leave it outside then.”

“But what if someone takes it?”

“So? What’s it to us? We don’t want it. Anyway, we’re not the first. Look. Someone’s already left stuff there.”

She looked at the doorstep, festooned with torn bin bags and a soiled quilt, piled up untidily against the double-glazed door.

“You sure it can’t be traced back to us? What if someone sees us?” She looked around at the deserted street, slumbering still, defiantly clinging to the last moments of rest. Not even the litter was moving.

“They won’t. Just shut up and dump it.”

“What if it moves?”

“For God’s sake, just put it down and get back in the car.”

They drove off, he at the wheel, foot down, without a backward glance. She would have liked to, but did not dare.


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