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Okay, so here is the deal. I kind of had an idea for a story. I sort of wrote up an introductory page or so to get the idea going. I’m curious if you guys think maybe this is worth exploring a little. So . . . here you go.
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Here I am, sitting in traffic. Lovely. I watched the slow and steady click of the minutes changing on my dashboard clock. This is NOT good, I thought. What will the Vanderhoosen’s say? Here’s hoping they haven’t started trading blows yet . . . verbal or physical. If they get blood on my brand new “sandstone” Berber I swear . . . but then I guess if they do it’s my fault. I’m the one who’s late and will have to pay for my failed punctuality with punches.
After all, couples in couples’ therapy? NOT the most patient people you’ve ever met.
Oh, yeah, I’m a couple’s therapist. Dr. Caroline Klark. My natural . . . abilities . . .tend to lend themselves well to dealing with conflict.
You may not believe it, but I have psychic abilities. No, seriously. Real ones. No, I do not talk to dead people, although sometimes they do talk to me. I just listen. I don’t think anyone really can talk to them. Departed souls come and go. They can’t be controlled or found or requested. don’t answer questions, they usually just talk; about their lives, loves, afterlives, unfinished business, anything and everything and nothing, all at the same time. If they hear you speaking, they never acknowledge it. They just keep on talking.
By the way, you’ve never experienced true frustration until a departed soul talks at you until four a.m. because they know you are one of the few people who can hear them. Polite requests that they go to hell or heaven or whatever already are strictly ignored. Like I said, I don’t think they hear you.
All of those “psychics” who claim they can converse willy nilly with your great grand ma ma to discover the meaning of life or closure or figure out where the will was left? Not so much. And they’ve ruined the name psychic for the rest of us. How can I expect to get any respect when John Edwards is considered my colleague? So, instead of offering my services to the world as a psychic for hire, I am a couple’s counselor. While I can’t talk to dead people, there are a few other tricks in my clairvoyant bag that make me the number one couple’s counselor in the D.C. area.
I can read people. Now, don’t be confused. I don’t read minds, per say, just people. I’m a more full proof lie detector test than truth serum. Lie to me? I don’t think so! If you can’t see how that helps me deal with a couple in crises, you have bigger problems than I can help you with.
“Honey, I never ever said that about your mother.”
“There never was another man, Dave.”
“Of course I don’t think your ass is too big.”
“No I did not look down Dr. Klark’s blouse . . . she’s our therapist!”
Those do not work on me (although frankly I’m surprised some of them work on anyone, psychic or not). When they come up, I gently remind my patients that it is not in their best interests to lie to the therapist. They always seem surprised, but they don’t usually question. Cutting through all of that makes the therapy much more productive, I must say.
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So that’s what I got together so far. I’m thinking that the story would revolve around the Dr. coming accross a VERY unsavory person (thing?) whom she has to stop.
I don’t know, I just sort of had the thought.
