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"On the Edge" - by Sharon Diane King
1,228 words
More fun fiction soon.
Shrink vs shrink in a seedy motel with plenty of resentments to go around.
Here's a sample of the writing:
McLeod paused, trying to even out his breath. He stared out the window at the thrashing ocean. The wooden balcony jutted out over the jagged rocks on the beach below. He’d been right to come. The perfect setting....
“What is it you’d want me to say to you, Sandy?”
“Truth’d be nice. For once.”
McLeod grasped his cane and stood up slowly, gazing at the man with his back to him. “Okay, all right. You want the truth? Here’s a start. You were all about getting what you wanted, no matter what it took or who it hurt. From the day you rolled into town.”
Sandy turned and stared at McLeod.
“You came here with all this hype, big city doctor settling down to a heartland practice. Your beauty pageant wife, your gifted kids. Your guitar, your garage band. Big fancy trips, RVs and motorcycles and new cars. Flashy stuff. Flash in the pan, more like. You used us all, so you could get everything you ever wanted.”
Sandy smiled thinly. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You done?”
McLeod paused, trying to even out his breath. He stared out the window at the thrashing ocean. The wooden balcony jutted out over the jagged rocks on the beach below. He’d been right to come. The perfect setting....
“What is it you’d want me to say to you, Sandy?”
“Truth’d be nice. For once.”
McLeod grasped his cane and stood up slowly, gazing at the man with his back to him. “Okay, all right. You want the truth? Here’s a start. You were all about getting what you wanted, no matter what it took or who it hurt. From the day you rolled into town.”
Sandy turned and stared at McLeod.
“You came here with all this hype, big city doctor settling down to a heartland practice. Your beauty pageant wife, your gifted kids. Your guitar, your garage band. Big fancy trips, RVs and motorcycles and new cars. Flashy stuff. Flash in the pan, more like. You used us all, so you could get everything you ever wanted.”
Sandy smiled thinly. “Now, that wasn’t so hard, was it? You done?”
1 comment:
That sounds good!!! I'd read that! shrinks with their own issues HA! I'd BUY that! Thanks JP. 👏☕️
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