Short Story: The Session

Note: Part Two from “The Sketch”

One painting. One painting is the only thing colorful in this tiny space, as it hangs in the middle of two college certificates. It displays a purple flower in bloom and health with its freshly green stem and violet petals stealing attention away from the blue background the artist called a sky. The painting hung on the blank, white wall, kind of alone. Alone like Eddy, despite his father sitting directly next to him.

Father and son were sitting in a small blank room in black chairs, waiting for the therapist to walk through the black door, and sit on the empty black rolling chair in front of them and the frames.

All looks new, except for the dark carpet under their feet. The walls appear smooth and freshly painted. The masterpiece of the flower even looks new. Unfortunately, I piece of the carpet moving up and down, revealing and hiding the old wooden tile under Eddy’s foot didn’t help the room’s masquerade.

Hopefully the therapist sees through Dad’s masquerade, Eddy thinks to himself. It took a lot of convincing to get him here. How much will it take to convince him to tell the truth?

“We don’t have to be here,” Dad whispers.

Eddy turns to him and scoffs. “Yes, we do, Dad,” he states at a normal tone. “It’s time.”

“Eddy, you are twenty-four years old. You sent me here to cry with you about how I threw a sh**** drawing you made about fifteen years ago?”

He always does this.

“You did a lot more than what you did fifteen years ago, and you know it.”

“You just need to quit whining like a little b****,” Dad declares, higher than a whisper, but still lower than normal, crossing his arms.

Eddy raises one eyebrow and sits up straighter to say, “Oh? Says the one who’s being a total child about counseling once a month. Be glad it’s not once a week, we need more than what we’re getting.”

“Look, son, I’m doing this for your mother, not for you.”

Eddy sighs and shakes his head. “It’s amazing she’s stayed with you for this long,” he points out under his breath.

“Now you wanna whisper, Eddy?” Dad shifts in his seat and places a fist on his chin, pretending to be inquisitive. “What was that? C’mon.” He gestures his fingers in and out to play this up some more. “You’re speaking more than you did with your silly sketches, so what was that?”

“It’sss amaaaazzinggg,” Eddy returns to normal voice level, articulating every word as hard as he can,” howwww she’ssss stttayeddd withh youuu ffforrr thissss looong.”

Dad’s facial expression gets softer as he turns to face the empty chair again.

“You’ve become a real prick since college,” Dad attempts to hide his emotional defeat.

Eddy emphatically shrugs, “I learned from the best.”

Finally, both men look up upon hearing the doorknob twist. The silver doorknob twists to the right to have Dr. Dunbar enter.

Funny, no suit and tie like your usual therapist. He has on a brown button up with blue stripes and corduroys; to put the cherry on top of his whole look, he has a goatee that can dance in the wind if it were to blow in here, or if a fan would blow in here. Dad snickers to himself until he glances Dr. Dunbar’s credentials again: Bachelor’s at Duke University and a Master’s at Princeton University, all in cognitive psychology. Pretty legit, pretty top-notch.

Eddy smirks; he is doing something right.

“Good afternoon, gentleman,” Dr. Dunbar greets, reaching his left arm out for a handshake before sitting down. “I’m Dr. Dunbar, thank you for meeting with me today.”

Eddy shakes his hand, “Oh no, thank you,” he responds.

Dad shakes Dr. Dunbar’s hand limply. If you aren’t from the business world, don’t expect a respectful handshake from Dad.

Maybe it wasn’t the stress that made him lose his hair. Maybe it was karma kicking him all throughout the top of his head instead of in the balls where it should have been for being so rude to people.

Dr. Dunbar sits down in front of them and asks, “So, shall we get started?”

Dad nods, shrugging. God, why does he always do that, Eddy shouts in his mind.

“Yes, please,” Eddy confirms, placing emphasis on the word “please.” Dad sits up straighter after groaning at Eddy, more subtly than when the therapist wasn’t in the room.

“All right then,” Dr. Dunbar says, rubbing his hands together to fold in front of him in his lap.


Season 1 Review: Sense8

My mother told me to watch Sense8 on Netflix, because it reminded her of the show Heroes and how that was our family show when it was still on. I heard it will be returning to television soon.  Yes! However, in the mean time, I decided to give Sense8 a shot.

Sense8 is about eight people (Will, Kala, Capheus, Sun, Nomi, Riley, Wolfgang, and Lito) around the world referred to as sensates, who belong in a cluster, and their cluster can feel the emotions and surroundings their fellow sensates feel. However, there is an organization out there to destroy and lobotomize them and other sensates.

It definitely exceeded my expectations, which is a great thing. I like how there will always be a philosophical element in The Wachowskis’ work. I also appreciate how diverse and well rounded the characters are.

One critique, or what my mother preferred to call a “suggestion,” was the angle used in the first episode during Will Gorski’s segment as a cop. They talked about “us” verses “them” regarding the police verses gangs, which eventually turned into a scene where Will became a white savior for a black teen in a gang. And for a show trying to be diverse and be controversial in talking about society and politics, it was a missed opportunity to realistically talk about racial tension and police brutality. If a second season is confirmed, it would be great to flesh that out some more in Will Gorski’s story as a police officer. They tried to make up for it in a later episode for how Will always feels the need to save everyone, but that area of the first episode still could have been executed better.

Moreover, I wouldn’t call their cast a form of cosmetic diversity, since they do delve into certain global issues and how the characters connect through their senses in order to help one another out. Especially for Nomi, a white trans-woman hacktivist in San Francisco helped by Will in Chicago, and for Capheus, a black driver in Nairobi helped by Sun in Seoul. However, the need to choose a form of beauty standard for each area of the world for casting is a bit noticeable. That doesn’t make the casting horrible, the cast is all wonderful and they got the job done in their respective roles.

I never got bored when watching the sensates interact in their romantic and platonic relationships; their dialogue and actions were always engaging. I understand that Nomi’s relationship with Amanita, who is not in any cluster, and Lito’s relationship with Hernando, also not in any cluster, are fan favorites, and rightfully so. Strong LGBTQIA relationships are always nice to see on television, especially when delving into issues such as abuse and coming out. If there is a second season, I look forward to seeing how Sun’s relationships with people unfold in terms of violence and how Kala’s relationships, particularly with Wolfgang, unfold in her perspective of nonviolence.

Finally, it was shot beautifully, and they shot on location, which is a difficult but amazing plus.

If we’re doing a rating scale, I would give it a four out of five. Hopefully I get watch another season!

The Black Sheep Articles @ ECU

Back in June, I received an email about a new internship opportunity.

It was described to me as “like the Onion, but for college campuses.”

I would receive internship credit for turning in articles and attending content meetings every week for The Black Sheep Articles @ ECU. I received my first two assignments yesterday.

I’m actually pretty excited about it! It gives me the chance to write more than I usually do, it’s an opportunity to reach out to my campus, and it gets me further along in my English degree. What is there to lose? Also, it will push me to want to write in other mediums when I’m not working on an article, that way my creative juices can still flow properly.

Here’s to a good year with The Black Sheep.