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A side note, I also host a flash fiction prompt every Friday on my blog. I hope you will join in the fun there as well. Thank you for joining in the fun!
Welcome to 2019 and Sunday Photo Fiction! Each week a new photograph will be posted, either donated by a member of the community, or obtained from one of the FREE photo sites like Pixabay.com and Unsplash.com.
The challenge is to write a story based upon the photo in 200 words or less. When you are done, post your story and the photo prompt on your blog.
Please be sure to post the photo with the photo credit as well as a link back to this post.
Once your story is posted, add your name and story link to the link party below. An alternative is to leave a comment and pingbacks are also accepted. Entries close at midnight CT Thursday night. Thanks for joining in the fun!
By Teresa Smeigh 2019
Although the waiting room was much more modern than the one I remembered as a kid, it is there for the same reason. It’s a doctor’s waiting room, and I’m going through a long spate of an illness that simply won’t go away. The treatment requires a needle, and I’m afraid of them. One needle is supposed to treat it and make it go away, but it isn’t working.
“As a child, I used to run down the long halls as far away as I could get from the doctor,” I told the receptionist.
“I hope you don’t plan on doing that now, Mrs. Jones.”
“With all this weight and my age, I doubt I would get far. I reckon I will have to take the shot, like it or not, but why aren’t the shots working,” I sighed to myself.
The receptionist smiled to herself. The doctor was giving her a placebo to make her keep coming back and paying for the expensive treatment. This treatment is known for its failure, and the doctors all like it that way. Eventually, they will give the patient the real one, and they won’t have to come back after that usually, but why not milk it out while they can.
Advocate for mental health and invisible illnesses, also a devout Christian
Author of a book, a work in progress, on the blog https://tessacandoit.com/government-property-a-memoir-as-a-military-wife/
Highlighted chapters are done and ready to be read.