Story a day: 10.25.16

“What can I do, doctor?”

The doctor pushed back in her chair, tapping her lip with her fingers. She rose abruptly, pacing through her office while her patient watched. She beelined for her bookshelf and tore several volumes off the shelves. They pounded on the floor; the patient flinched.

“Nothing,” she said.

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