Sylvia has had anxiety attacks for the past five years. She’s been seeing an individual therapist, Jeannine, once a week, and also sees Toby for group therapy.
She often visits her favorite neighborhood bar just to relax.
One night she was smitten by the reflection, in a window, of a sign advertising for fruit and vegetables.
Immediately she wrote a memo, on her phone, reminding her to tell Jeannine and Toby how moments like that help her to relax.
Her alarm went off. She got up to leave so she could catch her train.
“Duty calls,” she told the bartender.
Thanks to Ted Strutz for this week’s photo prompt and to Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, our leader in Friday Fictioneers
Dear Larry,
I’m little confused as to what just happened here. Nor sure what duty might be calling her.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks Rochelle. I think she was just going to work, nothing special
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I get the feeling she needs to join and AA meeting as well as the therapists.
Great story. Come see mine here.
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Thanks She may not be an alcoholic though.
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I was a bit confused also about the train and the order of things. Good writing otherwise, Larry. Thanks for the explanation. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Thanks Suzanne. I just assumed it meant she had to stick to a schedule.
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nicely done larry! Distraction is always good when anxiety hits!
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