Dylan’s challenge this week:
Your opening line for this week is:
“He’s terrified of small spaces, didn’t you know?”
‘But don’t you think that’s going to extremes?‘
The two psychiatrists were discussing their new patient.
He had been adamant that they would have to visit him at home as despite his wealth he felt unable to leave it.
They had gone together, expecting to find a recluse with agoraphobia, but neither had been prepared for what they encountered.
Sid Miller lived in the largest house in the county.
Everything inside was open plan, not a full wall in sight apart from the exterior ones, and even they were mostly paned with glass.
The house was surrounded by open fields and meadows on three sides and a lake on the fourth. The views were spectacular.
He owned it all, and had legally ensured that nothing would be built within his line of sight and that there was only one access road.
The two professionals had got to the bottom of his problem after three and a half hours of their time and twenty grand of Sid’s money.
It transpired that his mother had been a ‘Lady of the Night’ and to stop him interrupting when she was working, she had locked him in a cupboard.
It was quite a large cupboard, with a stool, electric light, food and plenty of reading material, most of which came in handy when it came to investing his mother’s money when she died.
But a cupboard it was, and now Sid couldn’t bear to be confined in less than two hundred acres.
Alleviating his anxiety was going to be a long, and expensive, job.