"Tell me what you see."
He peered at it, squinted, cocked his head to one side like a listening dog. Finally: "A cave. A dark cave, like down an abandoned mine where the tracks run out and there's no lights yet."
That card slipped up and away, revealing another one. "And this one?"
Again he regarded the picture for a long time, until he was nervous the doctor would think it overlong. "A… a dog?"
"Is that what you see, or is that what you think I want you to say?"
"Aw, Doc, I just want to get out of here, to go home. Can't you please just sign the paper to tell them I'm fixed?"
"It doesn't work like that, Robert."
"But why not?"
The first card reappeared. "What did you say this looked like to you, Robert?"
"What kind of cave did you say, though, specifically?"
"…like down in an abandoned mine. You know. And this, here, this square bit…" He pointed out something on the card, "This is a minecart, at the end of the tracks, where they run out."
"And where did you leave little Florence Gregory, Robert? Where did they find her body?"
I keep going to the bad place. It's like a compulsion. I need halp. ;)Delete
what a suspense!!! :DReplyDelete
Thanks for reading and commenting :)Delete
More to follow?! We must know the final outcome! Clever write.ReplyDelete
A nice flash of fiction I enjoyed it very much!ReplyDelete
Thank you :)Delete