Treatment - Sunday Scribblings # 232

Written for Sunday Scribblings prompt 232 - Treatment - this is part three of an ongoing story...
Part two - prompt - Wait - Read it here
Part one - prompt - Faith - Read that here

T R E A T M E N T

He had once sat her down in the corner of laroks bar, twisting his glass on the sticky table as he tried to explain that jumble of feelings she engendered in him.

He told her of the longing each time she left the smoky bar and walked out into the sparkling night without him. He reminded her that he was only half a person when she was not there, of how much he wanted to possess her to make her his and for her to stop her wandering and stay with him.

He talked of the dreams he had about her...

She sat very still for once, static except for the lights from the games machines that flickered across her porcelain skin and she listened intently to his words. She let him finish before turning her chair toward him and whispering in that throaty voice of hers.

Look honey, that is your play, your game and there aint no treatment for that...you got the medicine. I'm just the screen you are throwing these projections onto, you don't want me, you want what I represent. Find it inside yourself honey...

She got to her feet like a ballet dancer and kissed him gentle on his cheek and before he could say another word she was gone, out into the sparkling night alone.
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