Therapy

by Darren Sant

They told me I needed therapy. They said my restless mind would be the death of me. I took this in good grace, as I was inclined to agree. They booked me an appointment with a head shrinker. I failed to attend. Instead I sat back, stretched, put the needle on the record and listened to the blues, chugged a beer and reflected.

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Darren Sant is a writer living in Hull. He loves short fiction and writes novellas and short stories. Occasionally he writes bad poetry.