Dr Bloom

Flash fiction

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The couch was far more comfortable than it looked. And the room was pleasant with a welcoming feel. Not what I had expected. A tempting bouquet of wildflowers sat in a vase on a solid brown desk.

“What brings you in to see me, Jonathan?” asked Dr Bloom, with a fountain pen in his right hand and a notepad in his lap. He was a balding man in his sixties with a fair complexion and a pencil moustache…