Sunday, July 14, 2013

Progress

The chair was stiff and my neck was beginning to hurt. We’d been there for what seemed like forever. It was getting tiresome to watch the monitor, it was always the same. She didn’t do anything, no sound, only refusals.

She was staring into space. The therapist pulled out a new toy. It had cards and letters that went with it. She placed a card in the slot and pushed a button. “Cat” then a light went on in her eyes, and she repeated “cat.” Progress, finally.

Where are they? Who is she and why is she being watched on a monitor? What kind of therapy is it? Why is a single word considered progress?

The word is progress. This post comes in at 87 words of the 100 word limit. Go over to M3 for the official rules.
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