by David W. Stoner | Dec 24, 2018 | Short Stories
She settles into her chair across from me, pulling her legs up in a sukhasana, and smiles. Do you mind? she asks. Of course not, I say. Sitting this way is more comfortable. Would you like a cup of coffee? I would love a cup of coffee, thank you. I watch her leave the...
by David W. Stoner | Jul 26, 2017 | Short Stories
The therapist, Dr. Blankenship, continued to stare down at the writing pad in his lap when she told him she had grown weary, and not only weary but bored with life. “Yes, that’s it, I’m bored,” Elise said. “And you think that by ending your life you will end your...
