Fiction
The Illusion of Doublesby Vincent L. Scarsella
The boy stepped into Dr. Prime’s office and stopped suddenly as if afraid.
“Hello, Michael,” the doctor said. He smiled as he held up his hand and coaxed the boy forward to a black leather armchair at a round glass table across from him. “Come in, sit.”
After the boy walked forward and sat, the doctor said, “I’m Edward Prime, a psychiatrist. I talk to children your age having problems with their thoughts. I try and help them figure things out, make them feel better. You understand that?”
The boy thought a moment, then nodded and said, “Uh-huh.”
“In your case, what I need to find out is why you think your father isn’t your father.”
“Because he isn’t my father,” the boy said.
“What makes you say that?”
“I don’t know. Cause it’s
