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Mauve Martens – Case Study

Mauve had schooled her share of psych interns. As the longest live-in resident of Elmwood Sanatorium, she was a favorite subject for rounds and more intensive interview sessions. It was a symbiotic relationship. For her ‘performance’ Mauve got an extra 3 hours of tv access and the program of her choice. For their part, the staff gained valuable insight into an intern’s potential. Mauve had a way of weeding out those who weren’t cut out for a specialty in psychology.

She plopped herself at the table, with a gleam in her eye, and studied her next…victim. He shuffled several cards without looking up.

“Hmmm, a hard nut to crack,” she thought, “but I like nuts. After all I am the queen of nuts!” Mauve chuckled. “Humph…those bloody ink blots again. There are exactly ten of them. I know them well.”

And know them she did. She could spin a delirious show for each; one that left most interns disturbed at best. Ultimately they would fail their evaluation, only to be rotated out of the psych ward to the general surgery wing or some other safe corner of the hospital. Yes, Mauve was an expert in ink blots. “This is going to be fun,” she sniggled under her breath.

“Hello Miss Martens. My name is Dr. Stevens. Shall we begin?”

“If we must,” Mauve sighed, leaning back in her chair.

“Alright then,” Dr Stevens announced, as he flipped the first card face up on the table in front of her. “Tell me how you feel about this image, Miss Martens. Tell me what you see.”

“First of all, call me Mauve. I detest being called Miss,” Mauve hissed as she leaned forward to eye the ink blot. “Which one will it be…the bat or the dancing bears?” she wondered.

As she studied the image Mauve grew agitated. Something was wrong! Terribly wrong! She had never seen this ink blot before. Mauve pushed away from the table abruptly.

“Is something wrong, Miss Mar…Mauve?” Dr. Stevens inquired.

“Who gave you permission to call me that? You don’t know me!” Mauve shrilled.

“I’m sorry, Miss. But back to the cards, please. Tell me. What do you…”

“You stop right there! Is this some kind of joke? What do YOU think this fucking card means? Hmmm?” Mauve pounded the table with her fist, lurching toward the doctor, eyes bulging, face flushed red. “Go on tell me if you’re so smart. There are rules Doctor, and you are breaking them! How dare you come in here with your fancy white coat and bother me with your stupid cards!”

Dr. Stevens tapped the card he’d laid on the table and cleared his throat. “The card, Mauve…Miss Martens…What. Do. You. See?”

It was too much! She had nothing. It was a trick. She was sure of it. She started to rock maniacally, humming to herself, eyes squeezed shut as she clutched the arms of the chair.

“Miss Martens?”

The room was spinning growing darker, darker. “Did someone say my name?” Mauve’s thoughts spun. “No one ever calls me Miss…”

“Mauve?”

Suddenly, she collected herself, sat upright in the chair, and tilted her head to the side as she leered at Stevens. “Well, well, aren’t you a looker. What do you say we forget this silly game and get down to what you really came here for. I know what men like you like…” she slurred in a guttural tone, licking her lips.

“Miss Martens…”

She cackled, “Ha! That little bitch? Why waste your time on her, Doc, especially when you have me…”

“And you are?”

“Trixie, Doc. The boys call me Trixie.”

~kat

A short story for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt based on the photo above.


Anything

nat-hawthorne


anything

look at you, absentmindedly twirling
a wisp of perfect golden hair ’round
slender fingertips, hint of a smile, lips,
velvet petals, parted, revealing pearlescent
teeth, a laugh, pleasant, lilting, crystalline
blue eyes, sparkling, that quickly look
away from too intense a gaze…you don’t
know how beautiful you are, coyly
denying the adoration of those poor
souls ensnared by your loveliness…
you hardly notice your true devotees
pricked so deeply by love’s poison dart
they would do anything for you, truly
anything…I suppose that’s why
i hate you…i do…i hate you

~kat

For MindLoveMisery’s Menageries’ Sunday Writing Prompt based on the quote above by Nathaniel Hawthorne.


The House Cat – MLMM Challenge

The House Cat

lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry
window ledging where I can see
birds about to purr at, to hiss

napping every afternoon, this
domesticated life’s for me
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss
soft warm belly, never hungry

peering through the dewy mist
nocturne romps beneath the trees
coming, going just as I please
a doting human to dismiss
lounging in streams of sunlit bliss

~kat

A Rondel for MindLoveMisery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt Challenge: “Take a Walk” – Today it is all about writing from a different point of view.

Possibilities
A different income bracket
A different level of fame/influence
A different profession
A different age group
A different gender
A different species (my choice)
A different culture or religion
A different social/peer group

I want you to challenge the stereotypes and do your best to compassionately portray your selected group.


Dear John

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Photo by Steve Shreve via unsplash

Dear John,
I know, I know, your name is not John, but just go with it, okay? (sigh)

Dear John,
I don’t think I can remember a time when you weren’t there. You helped me through the terrible two’s, riding a bike without training wheels for the first time, losing my front teeth, school, braces, bullies, exams, dating. Good times. But John…I know. You never really had a name, did you? Friend, maybe. You’ve been a good friend, but you must’ve noticed, people are starting to talk about me talking to you. I’m getting married soon, and my fiancé? You know the one. You creep them out. Having you around just complicates things. You understand.

I’ll always remember you though. I need you to know, that I know that you were never imaginary, like they say you are, not to me. Not ever to me. I hope we can still be friends, but I need you to go now to wherever it is friends like you go when kids like me grow up. Believe me it’s better this way. At least that’s what my therapist tells me.

~kat

For Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: Break Ups.


genius


Genius

i see things
things no one else can see
and i hear voices, audible, clear
as clear as i am speaking to you this moment
‘they have medication,’ you whisper
to silence the voices.’
if you knew
what it is like to be
just a tad twisted, you’d want it too
this superpower…to plunge into the abyss
to emerge free, illuminated
having slept with the muse
her kisses
sweet as honey, boiling
singeing you from your core to your skin
through your veins, from beating heart, excruciating,
electricity’s spark pulsating
to finger tips, burning
write it down
it takes madness, a touch,
to see the world as I do…listen
can you hear the rose petals laughing, leaves trembling?
oh, nothing compares to lunacy
keep your medication
leave me be.

~kat

A Triquain Swirl (3-6-9-12-9-6-3-6-…etc) for Mind Love Misery’s Menagerie Sunday Writing Prompt: This week’s focus is super powers.


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