100 Words - Her Music

The music began as a distant drum beat. Soon there were other instruments. Horns and strings welled up into an orchestral march. A harp fluttered above and faded taking the others down with it till there was just the drum and a single oboe drawing strength from sadness. Her smile appeared in the mist. A piano offered a few tentative notes of encouragement. The oboe continued unchanged and the piano was not heard from again. Her hand reached out cold and damp but her touch electric. The sadness sweetened. The glory of righteous pain. The music ceased. She was home.

100 Words - Therapist

Jack sat and thought about what happened. He was clearly sitting in his therapist's office but his therapist was not there. If he remembered correctly, two men wearing motorcycle helmets broke in and threw his therapist out the window. Then he remembered that happened to Buck Henry in a David Bowie movie. Jack was under hypnosis at the time and wasn't sure if any of it was real. Yet, he's not hypnotized now, the window is open and his therapist is gone. As long as he doesn't look out the window he can still imagine that she's alive. Schrodinger’s Therapist.