Word Count: 940
Prompt: N/A
Part of an existing story/world: No
The players: Marcelle (Marcy), Ash, Farrah
Type: Single (potential for continuation)
Ash’s mouth
was bound to catch a fly at any second.
It took her mind longer to recover from what the doctor was telling
her. Seconds later a familiar smirk came
across her thin lips. Her pointy but
dignified nose bunched in as an idea struck her. She raised her neat eyebrow and clasped her
fingers perfectly across her lap. Then
she remembered. She adjusted her two
button blue blazer, bounding one pin before her hands fell into her lap once
more.
“Aw,” she started. She feigned humor but it was difficult,
“Marcelle said you were a funny one. I
understand.”
But the doctor simply shook her
head, “No,” she began, “My prescription for you is sex. Three times a week minimum. Come back to me in a month and we’ll take it
from there.”
Ash scoffed. The doctor was carrying on far past her
comfort but according to her most recent visit to a therapist she needed to
relax more. “You are too much,” Ash
forced through her teeth. Her hands
burdened by the press of her fingers as they pushed into her flesh. It seemed her sense of humor was directed to
the restraint at her fingertips. Most
unusual.
The doctor rolled around to her
desk pulled, a purple-gray tablet from off the top and scribbled onto it before
handing it to Ash.
Sex
BID, PRN, PO the prescription paper read.
“I at least made it twice a day
and gave the option of oral. But do it
for her,” the doctor nodded toward Ash’s hand which were strategically placed
over the region of her body she’d ignored.
“Lady Bits needs your attention.
See you in a month.”
Sex. Twice a day.
As needed. Often, no, by mouth,
but she probably meant often too Ash thought as she paced her tiny apartment. Never had she thought in the chaotic mess
that was her fully booked life that a doctor visit would end as this one did. Maybe that was why she tended to stay away
from them. Even the therapist one hadn’t
gone as well. But it was only one
opinion and furthermore it was Marcy’s recommendation to see this particular primary. That alone should have been the telltale sign.
The doctor had been late
furthermore. She’d the room in a hurry,
her long braid wrapped across her shoulder, and the expression beneath her
black rimmed glasses, Ash thought back, seemed out of place. But no time later the doctor had settled. The more Ash thought about, really, should
she trust a doctor who couldn’t be reliable in maintaining a scheduled
appointment? What did
Ash unbuttoned her blazer. Then buttoned it again. Before buttoning it once more. She made her way to the giant window and sat
for a moment on the white cushioned seat thinking she’d watch the sunset but
she got up a second later. Her hands in
her hair one moment but by the next they were fiddling with the buttons once
more. In an exhaustive sigh she undid
the buttons, yanked the blazer from her arms, and pitched it onto the brown
leather loveseat. She looked at it,
lying limp, sad, unloved and before another minute could pass she picked up the
blazer, smoothed it out.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered to
it, “I love you,” she said as she kissed the smooth fabric and made her way to
the closet to retrieve the blue velvet hanger it belonged to. “Your home now.”
Ash walked back into her living
room, everything in place and knowing its value. Her gaze fell down to her Lady Bits.
“Why can’t you just behave?”
Her stomach grumbled.
“Farrah, it’s almost there but
I’m not getting a clear picture of the main character’s motives. It does have that feel of meddling but for
what benefit?”
Farrah watched her roommate, a
pocky stick hanging from her lip to replace Nikki, whom she missed. It’d been a month and while she hadn’t missed
her smell she still craved that sweet release of one puff. The pocky helped. And it
didn’t.
Farrah was braiding her hair
listening to Marcy as she rattled off her different suggestions when she
finally came to a breaking point. Farrah
asked, “So how did Ash’s appointment to the doctor go? Wasn’t it like the first one she’s been to
since high school?”
Marcy tossed her head back in
laughter, “It was. She actually hasn’t
called me yet. I need to introduce the
two of you. You had an appointment there
today right? You probably could have
said hi or something. She gets weird
about doctors. Always thinking someone
is going to call her out on her various quirks, you know.”
Farrah was reaching the end of
her dark brown braid as she hummed her response.
“But yeah, I think if you can
nail down the character’s motives for why they are meddling, and get inside a
bit I think it’ll help the script overall,” Marcy shook her head in laughter,
“Maybe it wouldn’t hurt doing some research.
You know instead of being a casual observer go in and dig deep.”
Farrah finished her braid.
“Interesting prescription,”
Farrah started.
“Or you could always do a
treatment and-” Marcy started as she turned around but Farrah shook her head.
“One step ahead of you Mar in
fact I did a bit of meddling today myself.”
“Oooo,” Marcy said just as her
phone began to buzz beneath the light of the desk lamp. “Oh, Ash is finally calling,” Marcy paused to
answer, “Hey Ash how’d the-”
Farrah smiled as she found a
familiar grove in the couch and unraveled her braid.
#10/52
