The Client

Below you will find the results of my having challenged myself for a number of days to write a short story with a beginning and middle and an end inside of 30 minutes. Here is what I came up with. I hope you like it.

The Psychiatrist sat in a surprisingly modest wooden chair. Very hip design. Expensive. The vibe he conveyed was intense scientific interest, rather than fatherly comfort.

The Client was practically absorbed by a giant gray leather chair that seemed to hibernate at the other side of the room. Anyone caught in the massive piece of furniture’s grasp had no choice but to passively drape themselves over the armrests and submit.

“Do you feel like talking?” asked The Psychiatrist.

“Yes,” answered The Client.

The silence that followed was so obvious as to not seem uncomfortable.

“I’ve lost my ability to shit my pants in public,” admitted the man.

“Hm,” punctuated The Psychiatrist, jotting a note onto a small pad.

The Client slowly lifted his hand, and pointed his index finger towards the ceiling. The Psychiatrist later admitted that it took him far too long to ascertain what was happening.

“Nevermind, said The Client. “I’m cured. Sorry.”

”Aw hell,” grumbled The Psychiatrist.

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