Therapy
… “I’d like to ask you a few questions.” I carefully presented my request. I’d wanted to ask them earlier—much earlier. But then I had other things on my mind.
He smiled. I realised I’d never seen him smile.
Oh, I’d seen him smile that clinical bed-side standard that he learned in med school and perfected as a resident. Yes. I knew that smile, but not a real smile, a genuine smile with pearly whites flashing. I returned his with my own. He made a sound that sounded like laughter but more like a cough….
by Tracey Bonne Swan
Although she has a penchant for rainy days (Tracey believes they help her write) she lives in sunny California with her husband and young son. In the past she has worked in public relations, as an English instructor, and as a graphic designer. Tracey studied English Literature and after completing her MA returned to her first love, writing fiction and prose. Her short stories have appeared in literary magazines and on-line zines. Currently completing a collection of short stories to be published in 2006, she is praying for rain.