“It’s as though no one believes I’m a real person.” the man said as he lay back on the couch.
“Go on.” said the woman sitting on a chair writing notes.
“They seem to think I’m some fictitious entity intent on scamming all the time. I don’t know why.”
“I see. So how does that make you feel Mr Dorb?” asked the therapist.
“Please, call me Monreal. I guess I feel uncertain about how to change that perception.”
“Interesting, Monreal. I have another question for you.”
“When you were making an appointment, why did you send me 574 emails?
It’s currently 4:54 am and I can’t sleep. Outside it’s -3° Celsius.
This is my second take on the prompt of who is Monreal Dorb? provided by the Carrot Ranch July 9 Flash Fiction Challenge.
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