“Swipe Right”

by | Dec 8, 2020 | Fiction, Issue Eighteen

I was picking a therapist. Sue slid a chair close to mine and looked at the screen with me.

“Ooh, it’s like dating,” she said. The therapists have headshots you click on.

“Very funny.”

 Sue had caught me pouring  bourbon into coffee.

 “Really? It’s nine o’clock.”

“Been a tough day. Already.”

“You need to see a therapist.”

“I need  better whiskey.”

“No. You need to talk to somebody.”

I chose Melody. She looked like a girl scout grandmother. My age.

“Doc,” I said, “I don’t know how this is supposed to work.”

“Easy,” she said.  Pretend we’re on a date.”

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