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Alone With His Thoughts

Posted By on May 8, 2012 | 8 comments

I'm alone with my thoughts, he thought, unless that man with the camera over there has a thought filter on his lens. But that would be crazy.

I sniggered loud enough to make him flinch.

I'm not looking at the camera. I'm just going to think my thoughts. Alone.

"Oi!" I shouted. "Thinky McLonesome!"

Ignore him, Leonard, he's shouting at someone else. Just think to yourself. There is nobody else here. Just you and your thoughts.

"Leonard! Look at me!" I hissed.

You're imagining things, Leonard. That's not that photographer. That's the other voice you can hear. Dr Green said he would return from time to time. Just ignore him. We all agreed: no more bloodshed. Let's just think our thoughts alone.

"Sorry!" I shouted. "I didn't realise you were a recovering, schizophrenic, psychopath!"

He gave me a nod then and a tight smile as the benches around him rapidly emptied of people who had suddenly realised there were places they needed to be. I decided to leave him alone with his thoughts.

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