Twenty minutes later she was there. She opened her office door, got into the room, went straight to the window without even turning the lights on, opened it and began to stare into the waves, the triggers of her thought-screening sphere. She couldn't make out much of them in the dark, but their foam was enough. After an hour of vicious battle, pitting the mantra against her ethereal enemies, and taking deep breaths from time to time, Susan finally managed to subdue and then obliterate the army of evil thoughts. She laid back on the floor, victorious, eyes closed and smiling like a junkie on the dose, letting the sound of the waves wash out the remnants, until she eventually fell into a cleansing sleep.
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The Sphere
ContoSusan 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...
