The Bone Brigade (part 1)


The couch was the kind of couch that the skinny girl hated. The cushions were firm, perfectly square, and too short. If you didn’t keep both feet firmly planted on the shit colored carpet and your spine erect, the shape of the couch informed you that you were doing sitting wrong and made you as uncomfortable as possible. Loo wanted couches to feel safe; oversized, sunken in, deep enough that if a freak tsunami swept through the 5th story window of the office in which she now sat it would provide a sturdy life raft from which to ride the cresting wave.

She lost herself for a moment, disappeared into the tsunami-surfing couch reality, imagined drawing midnight blue whorls with muddy brown swirls, peering over a fat armrest at a collection of pissed off cats spinning past on a torn off roof. She felt cool droplets of water explode against her cheeks as she trailed fingers over and down and through her wake, stinging a little. What would the rush feel like, she wondered, the anxiety of watching such an awesome encroaching force of nature, the adrenaline, the swooping drop of the belly as you’re swept away and out to the newly created sea.

The doctor in whose office the unfortunate couch sat was silent during this reverie. He had been Loo’s therapist since she was 10, going on seventeen years now. When her mother had brought her in at the onset of the initial neuroses, he had tried to recommend she see someone a little more specialized.

Little Loo had looked up at him with her waifishly huge green eyes and simply said a quiet no.

So the years had passed, and even though Doc Brown was a child’s therapist, Loo refused to even contemplate talking to someone else.

‘It’s you,’ she said. ‘You’re the one I talk to.’

He watched her now; watched the way her eyes went to some faraway land in her head, watched her fingers curl and uncurl, and idly wondered where she was. Sometimes she told him. Other times she shrugged…nowhere, really, she would say, and on those occasions she wouldn’t meet his eyes.

Dr. Brown knew that there was something different about Lucy Blair. He wondered if she knew there was something different about him.

‘Loo,’ he said sharply. If he was quiet or gentle, she’d happily stay in her lalaland for an extra hour. ‘Loo, your time’s done for today.’

Her head snapped up, and her face, all angles and plains and cheekbones, almost startled him with it’s sudden intensity. Then she dialed it back, shrugged, and gathered her things to leave.

‘Thanks for letting me go,’ she said. ‘It was a good place this time.’ A mega watt smile, and she was out the door.

Admittedly, Quentin was happy the hour was up. He had some things to see to, and Loo didn’t seem like she was in any immediate need of counseling. As he straightened his papers and put files and pencils away, he thought about oncoming events, and whether or not there would ever come a moment when they shared their differences with each other. He kind of figured that sooner or later there would be no option.

Dr. Quentin Brown was the sole occupant of the dingy building where his offices were. He pretended that people were put off by the institutional look of the place, or the fact that it was so far off the beaten path that you couldn’t easily get there from any highway exit. Truth be told, he owned the building and didn’t want any company. Walking down the back stairs towards the little attached parking lot, he was grateful that he had had the foresight to eliminate sightseers. Loosening his tie with one hand, Quentin stepped out into the cold clear winter air and flew.

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The Master Class prompt this week was chosen by yours truly, as Prof Sam decided that my nonsense was worthy πŸ™‚ Our assignment was to use the last line of our book of choice ( The Magicians, by Lev Grossman ) as the last line in our story.
Please go check out other entries at, and even better, join in. There are guidelines, but there’s a lot of freedom to this particular challenge, which seems to bring out some really interesting writing.

I’ve got some ideas on continuing this story that I’m actually pretty excited about πŸ™‚

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9 thoughts on “The Bone Brigade (part 1)

  1. E.W. Storch

    Man, you know this is the stuff I like *cough*TheGifted*cough* – I hope you have more coming.

    • Ha, I’m working on part 2 right now as a matter of fact 😏 I’m actually still working on The Gifted, but I decided if rather try to flesh that one out as a book…we shall see?!

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  3. Great scene, great ending. I had no idea where it was going.. and I mean that in a good way. It was intriguing. Nicely done! I’m off to read part 2.

    • Ha, glad it was in a good way. I find that lately I’m really curious if other people spend as much time daydreaming as I do…

  4. Sorry it’s taken me so long to get around. I’ll be playing catch up as I can. This definitely piqued my interest and I can’t wait to read more!

    • Oh, I totally understand – things were starting to feel overwhelming, so I am sadly lacking in reading/commenting on a lot of my favorites. This actually started to go off in a direction that I hadn’t intended, so I may have to dial back and re-write because I really love the concept I had at first. Always happy to hear from you, Steph πŸ™‚

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