Loves
A short adult story
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The Psychiatrist glanced at his case file, “Another schizophrenic with grandiose delusions; Thinks she is a prophet. Why are there so many broken people in this world? When will my misery come to end?” He plodded towards the isolation room at the very end of the corridor.
A nurse walked out of the room, having just administered the daily shot of anti-psychotics. “She’s stable today. We had to move her out of the common room again. The other patients were terrified of her.”
“Good morning Doctor. You’re new. Where did Dr. Clement go?” enquired Denise.
“He asked to be transferred out of the hospital. Not much explanation given.” mumbled the doctor. “Anyway, let’s get back to you. What’s up with you?”
“I’m glad you asked. I had an interview with the Angel and devil last night.” beamed Denise. “Will you be interested in hearing the contents?”
“Sure. That is what I am here for.” said the Doctor with a weak smile.
Inside, he thought, “Let’s begin our trip down to looney land.”
Denise spoke.
We were in a dark interview room. There were three wooden chairs. One for the each of us.
The devil brought along two bottles of potions. The Angel sat silently in a dignified way, not moving much for the first part of the interview.
“What’s your name?” I asked the devil. He replied, “My name is Leviathan.”
At this point, I asked him the question that many doctors have asked me before (You pick up a thing or two after 10 years in the psychiatric ward), “Tell me your story.”
Leviathan smiled, “I am glad that you asked. I am in the business of selling fake love to humans.”
I mumbled under my breath, “Isn’t that the slogan of prostitutes?”
A look of irritation shot across his face. “Now, if this is going to work, you are not going to interrupt me unless I give you the permission to do so, OR there is a long awkward silence in which politeness obliges you to respond.”
I nodded compliantly.
“Back to my job description. I am in the business of selling fake love. Here are two of my best selling wares.”…
