Protagonist Support:
Even Gregor Samsa, who woke up one day as a cockroach, needed his family, music and friends. Who are the people that love your protagonist and why do they want the best for him or her or it?
Story Starter:
Why?
She threw up her arms in resignation because ...
Idea Prompt:
The Treatment
What treatments have you had recently? What embarrassing things is it finally time to share with your peers?
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The treatment by Wolfgang Glinka
A human being went to the clinic because the ache in his stomach would not go.
It was a house with many rooms.
A man in a white coat welcomed him with a hug.
Tears came too easily.
I have this pain which won't go away.
I know my friend, I know said the doctor kindly.
Go into that room in front of you. The treatment is about to begin.
The room was a beach.
It was hot, sunny and, naturally very sandy.
He was barefoot...in his swimming shorts and his body felt sun healed.
He was dancing...dance music came from the palm trees..and all around him people were laughing and dancing too.
One by one they came up to him, danced with him, kissed him and made him laugh.
He laughed so much.......it was a memory of happiness lost.
Then there was his lover.....standing there with that same old smile.....filling him with love.
He rushed from the room back out into the hall.
So that didn't help, said the doctor.
Try the next room.
And he did.
It was home. Not where he lived now but home...where his toys grew old and dusty and where he first cried.
Hi mom...dad....you here?
They were always there for him...well mostly. They smiled those sad smiles from the long remembered dead.
Sure son, said his dad. We are always here for you.
They hugged him. He cried.
Friends came in to comfort him...all those hugs..all those smiles......he could not stay.
No luck? said the doctor. Well try again.
This time it was nearly right....he was in a wood....it was that summer afternoon so loved by remedial psychologists. Dappled light through fresh green leaves and bird song at its most ravishing.
So beautiful the world, he thought.
Then a human image...smiling with outstretched arms. He could feel its warmth.
Sink into my arms and forget your pain. He wanted to, he really did but all he could do was cry.
Only one more room, said the doctor.
Try it if you must.
It was not a room either....it was a bridge on a moonlight night........rippling water sparkling in its light.
Yes, he thought. This is it, this is the one.......the pain began to ease as he looked down, way down into the depths.
This is the cure, he said, climbing onto the parapet.
A warm loving hand fondled his shoulder.
There is no cure for you my friend. This no more than the others....don't end it now...embrace your pain. Live with it, feel it until the symptoms fade.
There is no cure but there is, or will be joy again, more than you can imagine and, maybe , one day the chance of new love.
But that pain, my friend, is incurable. Let it grow within you and help you to build a new life.
Wolfgang Glinka
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