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Finding The Mirror
A Short Story
Dr. Raees settled into a delicate wicker chair and draped his right leg over his left. He was a man of large stature, causing Aadila’s mind to imagine the chair buckling underneath the psychologist.
What would be his next move if that happened?
That says a lot about a person, she thought, how they act in the immediate aftermath of an embarrassing incident.
“So,” his gravelly voice brought her back to the task at hand, “have you thought about my last assignment?”
“I did it.”
“How did it go?”
Aadila had circled her apartment once, then twice, then enough times to make her a bit dizzy.
“I kept looking for the right mirror.”
He wrote something down. She wondered if he was transcribing her answer, diagnosing her condition just based on that last sentence, or jotting down something to pick up from the grocery store later.
He looked up at her as if he sensed the neurotic voices in her mind. “I’m just making a note of what you’re telling me. Psychologists benefit from reflecting on notes.”
“Then what happened?” he urged her on.
“I…” She pressed the long nail of her thumb against the pink skin of her index finger…
