Dr. Smith sat back in his chair and scratched the black stubble on his chin, studying his patient. "Jonathan I would like you to describe your front door."
"Huh? Why?" I asked, I was already aggravated by his questions. I come here for help, not to be interrogated.
"It will help me understand your motivations. In other words it will help me understand why you do what you do."
I inhaled and flared my nostrils, trying to sooth the anger. I could feel it boiling in pit of my stomach. Why does this man want know why I do what I do?
"Jonathan, please describe your front door."
I nodded, biting my bottom lip, and flashes of green popped into my mind. "OK. It rectangle, just like every other door I ever went through, you know just like the door there," I said, and pointed at the oak stain door on the other side of the room, with it's fancy designs, as if Dr. Smith thinks he some special person or something. And an image popped into my mind, of me ripping down the door and pouring gasoline on it, and pissing on it as the door went up in flames. I hate that door, and every time I walk through it my gut wrenches.
Dr. Smith forced a small. "Go on."
I rolled my eyes. "Like I said it is rectangle, and it has two squares at the top and two squares at the bottom, and two rectangles in the middle of the door. It has brass knob, but not a round knob, but a handle."
"Very good Jonathan. What color is your door?"
"Hmm..." he grunted, and scribbled in his notebook. I hate that notebook.
"What?" I asked.
He crinkled his eyebrows. "Excuse me."
"You said hmm, what does that mean?"
Dr. Smith took a long hard look at me, and then looked down at his note book, and scribbled.
"A note," he said, and continued to scribble.
He laid his notebook on his lap and with a patient smile, he said, "I'm a Psychiatrist Jonathon, and it is my job to keep detailed notes on my patience. Now tell me why did you decide to get a green door?"
I looked up the ceiling as I laid on my back. Why had I gotten a green door? It's ugly as mud, and yet I refuse to change it's color. "I don't know," I said.
Dr. Smith studied me for a moment, and scribbled in the stupid notebook of his. Dam that notebook, I ought to rip it out of his hands and stomp on it.
Dr. Smith narrowed his eyes and cocked his head. "Why do you want to stomp on my notebook Jonathon?"
"Um..." I was tongue tied, I hadn't realized I said it out loud.
"Do think I am judging you, Jonathan?"
"Um... I... don't know. That's thing I don't know anything anymore. (5 Minute Google Timer)
I love doing the daily #freewrite challenge. I love the way it exercises my mind, by not giving me time to second guess myself, forcing me just go with the flow. Love It!!
As you can read I had stopped mid-sentence. I want to do an experiment, and do something just kinda like the #weekendfreewrite. Each day when there is a new prompt I will continue from where I had left off, and I will keep adding to story each day, five minutes at a time, until the story is finished. It will be cool see where the story goes and how many prompts it will take me. Hopefully it goes on at least till the end of next week or more. Let the journey begin.
I made no to errors. Only corrected misspelled words.
The Story Prompts - The Green Door
- Describe Your Front Door
I want to give Thanks to @mariannewest for the freewrite challenge. Follow. Upvote. Resteem.