so close!A Story by Woodya mentally deranged man is finally being released after he regained his sanity. or did he?“So, Mr. Fitzpatrick,
are you happy you’re leaving us?” asked Doctor Justin Seyn. The head shrink was
sitting behind his mahogany desk, tapping his gold fountain pen on the beige
blotter and smiling benignly at his soon-to-be-ex patient. Gerald Fitzpatrick
had spent four years in Doctor Seyn’s mental institution. When he’d first come
to have his head examined, he was kicking and screaming. A complete raving
maniac who had to be restrained. “Well, to tell you
the truth, I am. But I’ll miss you Doc. And all the orderlies. You’ve all been
so kind to me.” “Thank you Gerald. Can I call you Gerald? We’ll miss you too, you know. Be sure to give my regards to Mrs Fitzpatrick.” “Oh, I'm not married, Doctor. But I recently met this nice guy on the net, Patrick Fitzgerald. We’re
planning to live together. I hope I didn’t shock you.”
“Of course not. Everyone is free to live their life as they choose." Provided they stay in their closet, added the Doctor under his breath. "What did you say his name was?" "Patrick Fitzgerald." "He's Patrick Fitz-Gerald and you're Gerald Fitz-Patrick. Mmmm, interesting. Now, I’ve been observing you for the past week. And I’m pleased to tell you that you’ve passed all the tests with flying colours.” “Oh God, thank you,
Doctor. You are too kind. I feel so much better, now. Remember when I first
came here? Raving mad, wasn’t I?” “Yes, you’ve come a
long way my friend. Ok, one last test and I’ll gladly sign your release form.
Ready?” “Yes, Doctor. Fire
away!” “Right. Here’s a
sketch of a human body. I’d like you to name the various parts indicated with
an arrow. Can you do that?” “No problem.” Fitzpatrick took the
5 by 5 picture of a human body and gave it a quick scan. It was the picture of
a naked man with scores of little arrows sticking out of his body like acupuncture needles. He took
a pencil and started writing while Doctor Seyn left to fetch coffee. When he
came back, fifteen minutes later, Gerald had already finished his test. “Already?” exclaimed
the doctor. “I’m impressed. Let’s see. Mmm, amazing! You’ve even added things
you were not required to put there.” “Well, I felt it was
incomplete. I hope that’s ok.” “Oh, that’s fine. But
what is this Philtrum?” “Ah, that’s the
vertical groove on the median line of the upper lip”, explained Gerald. “Ehm, yes, of course,
said Doctor Seyn, feverishly tapping the word on Google while hiding behind the
flap of his laptop. F*****g show off! thought Doctor Seyn. “Ahm and what did you
call the nose?” “Ah, Kyphorrhinos. That’s
a nose with a bump in it, Doc. That’s how it looked to me in the picture,
anyway.” “Yes, naturally”. Jesus! I’m tempted to keep the b*****d
locked up. And what the hell is this Dactylion? His fingers flew silently on the keyboard. The tip of the
middle finger? Christ! "Well, Gerald, this is absolutely perfect. I'm really impressed". His pen poised on the form, he asked "How, in God's name, do you know all these things?"
Gerald crossed his legs and smiled. He tapped his index finger on his temple and said“Why, I use my arsehole, Doc”.© 2015 WoodyAuthor's Note
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Added on August 19, 2014Last Updated on May 7, 2015 Tags: mental institution, doctor, patient, anatomy expert. AuthorWoodyMateur, Bizerte, TunisiaAboutok, time for an update I think. my old friends have come to know me pretty well, I trust so this is for the new comers. I'm a Tunisian 60-year-old teacher-cum-translator, book worm who enjoys writing.. more..Writing
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