May 22, 2014 by Sez
She was away with the fairies. The doctors – poor, simple, superstitious fools – spoke of chemical imbalances and hereditary factors. In vain they tried to ward off the onset of what they reverently called psychosis and delusion with their arcane rituals of cognitive behavioral therapy and person centred counseling, their citalopram and clozapine communion wafers washed down with flimflam and hocus pocus.
The fairies, the ones who had taken her away, paused, and watched with her as the doctors performed pontifications and prescriptions. They cackled and hooted with amusement before they grabbed her hands again, whirling her wildly back into the dance.