Welcome to the Weekly Challenge Number Two Hundred and Forty-Two, where I post a topic and then challenge you to come up with a 100 word story based on that topic.
The topic this week was Playing Doctor!
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Tom
“Want to play Doctor.” he slyly said
“Let’s check those vitals” she wryly replied removing a thermometer from her med bag.
As the light ran along the glass rod a disturbing thought crossed his mind.
“That’s not oral is it?” “Nope, but actuate”
“You sure have a talent for killing the moment”.
“What’s amatter pookie don’t want to play Doctor any more?”
“Not if it’s going to involve foreign objects. I am no longer in the mood.”
“Aha come on. we could play the little match girl and the salami salesman.”
“Ok but I get to be Giuseppe this time.”
Zackmann
Hello, Realtor ? I need to move away from my crazy neighbors. I told them, I am not a doctor, I
only play one on TV. Their kid was sick and they gave him the medicine from my ad. Then they
were angry with me when the medicine didn’t work. What did they expect, when I said I was not
a real doctor right in the commercial? I need it by October because I got that part as a zombie
in The Walking Dead and I really don’t want to take the chance of them blowing my brains out.
Steven
I read a chapter of the self-help book, then the entirety of _Fear and
Loathing in Las Vegas_. It’s a potent combination: 12-step uppers
with sentence fragment gonzo hallucinogens.
The arthritis pains come with the first real snows, beautiful stabbing
aches as white flakes. Pain induced insomnia turns everything into
buzzing noise. I read another self help chapter, and see myself, my
patterns in the book. Then I mainline British science fiction.
Is love always portrayed as codependence?
I watch Fight Club again instead of staring at her picture.
I wonder if self-medication always feels like this.
Danny
Once upon a time, playing doctor as a child was innocent enough. You show me yours, I’ll show you mine. A child’s innocent curiosity is satisfied, too young to understand the meaning of sex, or the harm of having an innocent question answered. Fast forward to today. Children who dare play doctor today can look forward to a small army of state workers removing them from their homes, placing their parents in jail, putting them through counseling, and labeling them sexual predators for the rest of their lives, as if they are adults preying on children. Our age of innocence is over.
Jeffrey
“The term practice has never really instilled any confidence you know doc?”
“Jake, you are not going to go all fraidy-cat on me now are you?”
“I’m just saying.”
“Alright then, just sit here in the chair, and I will tighten the straps.”
“Are you sure you have to strap me down.”
“I don’t want you to accidentally move and have something go wrong.”
“‘I guess that make sense. Doc, how many times have you done this?”
“Oh many.” He flipped the switch, Jake twitched, once and started to smoke. “Maybe I should’ve told him I was just playing doctor.”
Justin
Christopher and Pip sat at the table, looking bored.
Christopher sat up with an idea.
“Let’s play Doctor!”
“OK, what do we do?”
“Come on, into this fort I built.”
“Since when do Doctors have forts?”
“Well, it’s a fort, but pretend it’s the Doctor’s home. It’s kind of a fort.”
“Why would I go to the doctor’s home and not his office?”
“What? He has an office? I never saw one. Here’s his gear. What time should we go?”
“Go where, and what’s this stuff? Why are there headphones on this screwdriver?”
“That’s his sonic screwdriver. It does everything!”
TJ
It had to be ironic on some level. Laramie, backstage, snogging with
Deedee Feetch while understudying for Doc Feetch in the lead role of the
community theater production of “Playing Doctor.” Doc Feetch was
called away on a fake emergency Laramie had called into the hospital
across town. So… Laramie was taking a break from playing a fake doctor
in “Playing Doctor” for a real doctor so as to play doctor with the
doctor’s wife while the real doctor was off playing doctor somewhere
on a doctored call… when an audience member fainted. Is there a doctor
in the house?
Norval Joe
All Marcus ever wanted was to help people.
As a child he was always playing doctor.
He lived in a poor, crowded neighborhood, so the imaginary illness were often obscure and complex.
He joined a make-believe Independent Provider’s Network to compete with the HMO’s, but reimbursements were so low it was difficult to pay off his student loans.
After a failed plastic surgery he had to pay Joey Swartz a weeks worth of lunch money to avoid a lawsuit.
When he graduated college he became a lobbyist for a drug company, the only way to make money in medicine anymore.
Planet Z
I live in a small town.
We’re all close. Real close.
At the end of the year, we put on a show.
This year, I’m the sheriff.
Sheriff’s playing the judge.
Judge’s playing the doctor.
Doc’s playing Postman Joe.
Everybody’s a part of it, playin’ everybody else.
Ain’t nobody in the audience but cameras.
(I told you I live in a small town.)
When we’re done, we turn off the cameras, put the tapes in the players, and watch ourselves bein’ each other.
If we haven’t had a fight durin’ the play, well, this is when the claws come out.
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And here’s my entry for Steven’s contest:
Not Five million words in one mont the Space Turtle may be a robot but he is not Nathan Lowell
Or Stephen King, for that matter. btw, re: commentary. *blush ;)