Three Line Tales

As I sit in the waiting room of my psychotherapist, this picture falls out of my wallet.

I wonder why I am at a psychotherapist’s office, as I stare at the creepy doll I held during my holiday photo shoot.

Perhaps my psychotherapist can look at the young face in this picture and help me find out why the innocence in that face disappeared.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.