Casa Camel Nova
The tube slandered the last metres to Swatch Square. Tim was one of the passengers.
He was 36, he wore his hair short brunette. Tall and thin, but his body had some good muscles.
Just now his face showed a slice of uncomfortable feeling. The train stopped, he minded the gap and ascended outside into traffic and chaos hour.
It was a chick month, April, you never know what weather comes next.
Today it was cloudy, a little breath of rain still hang between metallic and wanderers.
Tim was neither of both, he felt like a Camel. Well that what he thought at the moment.
So this was the reason why he came to the city.
His pretty brown eyes looked anxiously at the mass that now came towards him.
It was like in a sport arena he tried not to touch any object.
Tim was handsome; women always looked twice at him when they saw him. With that he had never had any problems. The problem came later; it enlarged the longer he was with a woman. They became claiming, some even hysterically. That was when they found out that he was really some kind of weird. They did not believe him being a full mental poop.
Often they just laughed off at first, and then started crying.
But back to the topic, his therapist had told him he needed some holidays and suggested Tim to keep on going to his colleague meanwhile. She would be a pro in this subject.
So that was why he stood now in front of the huge glass skyscraper and looked up endlessly.
22nd floor the lift stopped and he spied outside. He was glad no one was there; fast he searched the door and pressed the bell.
Inside it was like an Oasis. Green wallpapers with hummingbird feeders, some sparely Feng Shui furniture and a little Aphrodite fountain.
Somehow comfortable for a Camel he thought.
The Doc F. Marten did not let him wait that long. A few minutes later the door opened and a beautiful 30 years young woman welcomed him per hand. Her curves suited to the wavelike work of art next to the door.
He gasped air and thought, oh no, she is a fairy tale, I am dreaming! “
She smiled a light yellow at him, “Hello, Mr Nortem, nice to meet you, please come in and take a seat!”
Tim’s heart flushed down his blood veins and back, there it beat like hell. He felt this hot crush again. He stammered, “A pleasure to meet you too, thanks Mrs. Doc”.
She sat down and crossed her legs slowly, “Mr. Nortem, I read some of your case history. So, how do you feel, what are you now at the moment and where are you at the moment? Please answer me in this consequence!”
He stared at her, swallowed a frog in his throat and thought, I would follow you everywhere, just cross your legs again. “Ok, I feel a bit nervous right now; the legs, eh the traffic was terrible!” he began. “Then I felt like a Camel before I cam here. You know with 2 humps.
One is filled with my memories, the other with money. But at the moment I feel like being in sky and sing a high tuned melody above the corn field as a little bird!” he ended his words.
Just for you, he shaped in his mind.
She wrote something down, looked friendly at him and told him:
“Ok, then you now go into the park across the bureau and write yourself a song about what you feel and come back here. You do not have to sing! But remember your fantasy is a gift and you can change it by yourself!”
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© Manu Genovee ‘09
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