Monday, October 5, 2015
55-word Flash for Imaginary Garden With Real Toads
I sit with the therapist for the third or fourth time. “I
feel like I’m wasting your time,” she says, “because you have figured so much
out on your own already.” The therapy is required in order for me to receive my
medication. “Not at all,” I say. “You’re doing an exceptional job,” I say.
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Nicely ironic.
ReplyDeleteSo it's all about the meds?
ReplyDeleteIt is, it really is.
Delete... probably truer than the Dr. would like to think...
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