Short stories

Cassie was sitting at the bus stop waiting for the 8:15 AM to take her to Los Robles Hospital, where her shift started at 9:00 AM. 
She checked her watch and sighed. If she arrived late one more time, Mr. Jones would surely fire her. At least, that was his threat when she was ten minutes late last week.

‘So, tell me about your dream.’ Dr. Schwartz prompts me.
‘It was the same one I had before. It’s the only one I have.’ I grit my teeth. ‘I’ve already told you about it.’
Dr. Schwartz nods. He gives me a half smile, and I know what is coming.
‘Ramona, it’s part of the healing process to talk about the things that bother you. I know it hurts. You are safe here. Please, describe your dream to me.’