Short Story: The Necklace

Source: Pexels. Alexander Krivitskiy, Photographer

by Sue DeGregorio-Rosen, RN, CLNC, Contributing Editor

It was the Tiffany necklace.  The famous 128.54 carat yellow diamond necklace that adorned Audrey Hepburn’s neck in images of Breakfast at Tiffany’s, as well as Lady Gaga, Beyonce and the American socialite Mrs. E. Sheldon Whitehouse.

Unexplainable, except for a gasp, I found myself staring at this work of art. Superficial? Perhaps but it’s art and spectacular, that is, if you’re into necklaces that have rare and exquisite characteristics. I was drawn to it.

New York City art galleries are a love of mine. I love to come across new and enticing photos, paintings and other works of art and in this case, imagined myself wearing that famous necklace. 

The necklace was still on my mind as I walked outside under the cloudy canopy of the sky that opened up and the rain came down, heavy.  I made a quick dash into the nearest local coffee shop. My thin summer frock stuck to my skin like wet facial tissue.  I ordered a cup, and sat at a table, idly looking out at that summer storm. 

That was when you caught my attention. You were never easy to deal with.  I laugh at the memory of our first introduction, you, the highly esteemed well-known surgeon, well dressed, arrogant with a reserved demeanor, and I was your student, a 2nd year surgical resident, very capable, and for the first time in my life feeling not so confident in your world.  You intimidated me, something I was not quite used to. And today you were sitting directly across from me, immersed in what was probably the ASA (American Surgical Association) latest journal.  I hoped you wouldn’t see me, but you looked up at me like I was a work of art on display, leaving very little to the imagination.  I was embarrassed, to say the least!    

  We both smiled, and you left your seat to walk over and say hello.  You asked if you might join me and sat down without an answer.  Arrogant!   

You are wet!

Yes, I sure am.  I got caught in that downpour and tried to run in here for some shelter.  How are you, Dr. Palo?

I am doing well, and you?   I hope you are enjoying your rotation.


Yes, sir, very much so.


Our conversation was a bit formal to say the least. You had a notorious reputation, one that I knew you pride yourself on, and you were extremely attractive.


Is there anything I can help you with?  I encourage all my residents to feel comfortable with me, so please feel free.


Thank you……..


You asked me pertinent questions about my background, what my aspirations were, exploring the highways and byways of my personal journey into the field of surgery. You shared your background with me, injecting it with some humor while keeping a level of mentor-pupil control.    


I was highly intrigued with your candor. And just as the rain let up, you bid me farewell and got up to leave, but not without first glancing down at my exposed dark erect nipples.  I felt completely naked, as I mumbled a good-bye.


Yep, arrogant, but hot, sexy, sensual.  I imagined myself dressed in a shimmer of see-through elegance, adorned with that famous necklace, with you in awe of me.  You knelt before me and pulled up my dress admiring my long legs, running your hands up both of my thighs until you reached your hand inside…….


I finished my coffee and left.  No more fantasizing, I headed for home to prepare for my next three days in the Operating Room.