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Daily Flash Fiction Entries #431699 added June 7, 2006 at 12:07pm
Restrictions: None
Solitary
Written for the: "Daily Flash Fiction Challenge" 
Prompt: I am a rock. I am an Island.
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In the cool confines of Dr. Mitchell’s office, Josh stretched out long legs on the narrow couch and laced his hands behind his head. In here it was quiet and soothing, a contrast to the bustle of the city outside the windows. He tapped his feet gently, hummed beneath his breath, before announcing to no one in particular.
“I am a rock. I am an Island.”
Dr. Mitchell lifted her gaze from the notepad and eyed her teenage client with a small smile. “Why do you say that, Josh?”
She still found it hard to believe that this honor roll student had walked in here a day ago claiming to be ‘sick’.
“Since Dad died...over there,” Josh began, “everyone depends on me, you know? That’s why I’m a rock. My mom, my friends, they all think I’m this really cool guy that’s got everything going for him. They come to me when they need help. I’m the guy with the ideas, the solutions to all their problems. And it just piles up inside of me. No one wants to hear about my issues. So who do I turn to?”
“Is that why you’re also an Island?”
“Yup.” He sighed and closed his eyes, refusing to give in to the queasy sensation in his stomach. When things seemed to get out of control, he always felt like throwing up. “I’m all alone, Doc. When I really think about, I’m like this empty island in the middle of a wide ocean of people. Sometimes I just want to sink and disappear completely.”
“Will that make you happy? To disappear?”
“Probably not,” he replied, after a moment. “I can’t stand to see my mother crying. Besides, I have a baby sister coming soon, and someone’s got to be her rock. Me.”
Word Count: 300
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