Germophobe
Short Story
“We’ve talked about this before, you know. It’s a specific topic, to be sure, but we have gone over this,” he told her.
“I remember,” she said, fixating on her usual gaze-avoidance object, a scanned, printed copy of Van Gogh’s ‘The Garden of the asylum at Saint Remy.’ A painting by which Grace had felt myriad feelings toward since she’d started therapy with Tomas. At first it was amusement, until…