Curing Aerophobia for DummiesToday was hardly a normal day for John Watson.More Like This
Of course, he was well used to the mood swings and crazy antics and constant arguing - this was something different. John didn't really know how to react to phobias; he understood them, and as far as he knew, didn't have any. It was no secret that he wasn't overly fond of spiders but that hardly counted. There had been men with phobias in the army, when John first joined up - small ones - they'd been taught to deal with them effectively by conditioning their mind with relaxation techniques.
Now he just had to remember what they were.
He guessed he should have realised quicker. When he looked
The Whine of my ViolinA rock on my chest,More Like This
A sigh on my breath.
The whine of my violin.
Cry of the rueful heart,
Moan of the broken soul.
Tear of the desperate mind.
The ring of an ear,
the sob of a throat.
The thump of a cuppa.
The beat of a life,