A Short Story- 'Remembering Atlantis'

Atlantis and the Firestone

-At lunch his cell buzzed. "Hey, Bobby. What's up?", he said meekly.

"Ziggy-Camryn called me. Dude, you got to stop stalking her. Really? Seven am?"

"I wasn't stalking. I wanted to talk-to find out what I did. What did she say?"

Bobby, Ziggy's' longtime pal said, "She won't tell me anything and I don't pry. Why don't you try that therapist I told you about. They say it's cool. People remember their past lives."

"Like you really believe that. You saw that on the Mystery Channel or something."

" I know but you need to try something. You won't go to a shrink. You're beating yourself up. He's located in Manhattan-he's

Dr Friede. I got his number for you, buddy. Give him a call," after a pause he added, " You look pathetic"

"Thanks a lot weenie"

After some other small talk, they hung up. Ziggy looked at Dr Friede's' number on a post -it. "I look pathetic?" he thought. He hesitated then robotically dialed.

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