Literature
Tale of a Goddess
"Good day, Mr. Johnson. Do you know, why you are here?"
The man in the white coat looks me up and down from beyond his large desk, his metal-rimmed glasses sitting on the tip of his nose, as he skims through a number of papers in front of him.
I sigh, "I'm here, because you think I'm crazy. Everyone thinks I'm crazy."
"Well, you have to admit that it's an...unlikely story."
"Yeah, yeah I know what you mean and quite honestly, if someone told me, I wouldn't believe it either. But I was there! I know what I saw! I am not crazy!"
The man in front of me leans back in his large chair, retorting, "Now, now, no need to get angry. I am here to liste