Ficlets

Kristofer
I suppose I can blame the indulgences on being an only child.
No, that’s not fair.
The psychiatrist said that I_ and I alone am responsible for the way I am. I’m not allowed to blame anyone else.
Those were the rules.
She’s not that bad; she doesn’t restrict my phone use like the other doctors.
_You are responsible, Kris. If you choose to call take-out, that’s your choice. You need to learn to make wise decisions.
Okay, Vanessa. I said patronizingly.

Needless to say, now I’m lying in bed with empty food cartons surrounding me.

But, this time, I actually feel bad.