Written for Friday Fictioneers.
He spoke calmly, with a grinding in his voice, explaining that this feeling of being disconnected from my surroundings was a normal reaction for someone with my condition. “Desensitization” he calls it. But I know this crowd will trample me if I don’t escape. The couple in front are both infected with a deadly disease. I start to tremble; the nausea begins; now the sweating. I know the signs all too well. I feel smothered.
I turn to him and plead for my return to sanity.
“Your 55 minutes are up Brad. See you next week.”
Oh Danny Boy! 
Gripping. You’ve shown his fear and desperation, and the coldness of the therapist contrasts really well.
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Thanks for the thoughtful comment.
DJ
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How horrible that his time is up! And, unfortunately, this is all too true for people in therapy. The ole’ clock is always ticking. Great story!
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Agree! Repeat business.
DJ
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It would be terrible to get that far and then be left hanging… and hanging on (hopefully) until next week!
janet
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Dear Danny,
Now that sounds like cruel and unusual therapy to me. I detest crowds.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Same here, plus fear of heights.
DJ
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Reblogged this on CW Book Reviews.
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Nice! I thought it was a panic attack… then I looked it up.
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Thanks for the nice comment and the reblog!
DJ
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I liked it – good job. First I thought maybe zomie virus, flu, something contagious then I thought panic attack because if the therapist 👍
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Great end! Well done.
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Thanks for the nice comment!
DJ
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Nice. Just when you most need help, your time is up!
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Ain’t that the truth!
DJ
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It sounds like a type of hypnosis. I don’t think anything that causes that much stress can be good for you. Scary and well written. 🙂 — Susan
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I’m sure it is not good for him. The disease is called Enochlophobia.
DJ
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Seems like a good way to spend your money… NOT. Different take.
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Scroll slowly, slowly; one line at a time. The last line. BAM! Good one, Danny.
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🙂
DJ
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