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daily flash fiction entry 8/21/2025 |
| "It's happening again," I said. My therapist clicked her pen. "When did it start?" "Yesterday afternoon." "How bad is it this time?" "The worst it has ever been." My therapist scrawled away on her notepad. "How often are you seeing him?" "All the time." "Is he in this room?" "Just behind your right shoulder." "Why do you think you are seeing him?" "I watched it again." "I thought we agreed that was a bad idea." "We did, but my daughter insisted..." The therapist sighed. She removed her glasses and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I can't help you if you won't help yourself." I stared at him, he began singing, "Barney is a dinosaur from our imagination..." "He's doing it isn't he?" "Yep." 124 words prompt ▶︎ |