After scanning it for only a few moments she crumpled the piece of paper and threw it away.
"I am a sphere of energy and the bad thoughts are projectiles that try to penetrate it. They all come from outside, while only good thoughts are produced inside of the sphere. All the energy that the sphere has comes from my brain. As long as my brain has fuel, the shield of energy will deflect all bad thoughts and I will find only peaceful thoughts inside the sphere in which I will bathe every day from now on."
After repeating this aloud a few times and after a few deep breaths, Susan started to feel a little better.
"One hundred and twenty three. One hundred and twenty three. One hundred and twenty three..."
She kept repeating this number until the words lost their evil significance. They were no longer the proof that her tumor was malignant and was developing with incredible speed, but now it was just a number like so many others, say fifty-four or two-thousand and five. Closing her eyes, she felt the sphere of energy building up around her, protecting her from the anguish that was knocking at the door.
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The Sphere
Short StorySusan lives on the lush coast of eastern Ireland, taking care of her daughter and her many patients. But an enemy Susan is intimately familiar with begins a full on assault on her duties as a mother and a doctor. **This story received 2nd prize at t...
