A Friday Night Like This (Kellic)

It's On The Tip Of My Tongue

Vic

I watched Kellin leave. Now was my chance. I went into the bathroom and found my knife which was sitting in the small bin. I ripped off the bandaging he had so neatly and caringly wrapped my arm in, exposing the harsh strokes. I took out a pen and a piece of paper, and wrote what I hoped to be my final words to him.

Kellin

The scenery around me changed as I drove to Dr Mason's house. I had talked to her about ten minutes ago, and she had told me to meet her at her place. I pulled up the driveway of a neat, white side board house. It was one of those perfect, fairy tale houses to a T. There was a white picket fence with rose bushes growing along the inside. The lawn was short and not a bare patch was to be seen. There were no weeds either. It was a double storey, with the windows surrounded by frothy white curtains. In golden letters next to the door is the family name - Mason. Talk about fancy. I walk up the pebble stone path and ring the doorbell.

Dr Mason answers the door, welcoming me in.

'If you go to the lounge room, I'll just make you a cuppa. Tea or coffee?' She asks, her signature knee length floral print dress becoming confused as to which direction to head in as it swirls about her slender legs.

'Coffee, please.' I say, feeling out of place in my dark skinnies, my favourite Toms and an old Anthem Made shirt. Her house is light, with light green and blue walls and a mix of holly and ash furnishings. The lounge room had floorboards and a shaggy rug sat under the table and couch. The table was ash, and the couch was beige with light green and blue cushions which complemented the light, airy feel of the room perfectly.

'Coffee, thanks. One sugar, no milk.' I replied, sitting down on the couch. I looked at Dr Mason's walls. I didn't mean to pry, but there were a lot of photos. There was a fireplace in the lounge room, and the mantle barely had any room left thanks to the numerous pictures and frames covering the surface. On the walls were different green and blue compositions, evened out by the black and white photos.

'Do you like my photography?' Asked Dr Mason, returning with drinks and biscuits.

'This is yours?' I asked, surprised.

'Yes. Photography is a hobby of mine.' She said, eyeing the prints fondly.

'It's beautiful, really. I'm not just saying that because their yours.' I said, accepting my coffee.

'What's happened with the clinic?' I asked Dr Mason. She sat on an arm chair and sighed.

'It's a lot of confidential information that I'm strictly not allowed to tell you, but I can say that it's under new management. I'm assuming Misty told you that I was fired yesterday?' I nodded, and Dr Mason took a sip of her tea before continuing. 'Well, the new manager - I think his name is something like Precipitate - was very intent on finding out who you and Vic were seeing. Our contract says that we cannot reveal that information to anyone without your permission, and so he fired every counsellor and got a new batch in immediately. You would think that he'd been planning this for a while.'

I listened intently, my eyebrows furrowing. Didn't I know someone who's name was similar to Pringle and Precipitate? I mentally shrugged it off. Misty wasn't even sure. She was just hungry.

'I'm sorry about you being fired. That guy must be a real jerk.' I said.

'Its okay. Business was getting low. I was going to help you and Vic and a few other clients then I was out of there. I'm looking for a residency closer to the the city. More people, more marriage problems, you get the picture.'