I walk into the pharmacy. There's a bunch of girls there. I am definitely not looking forward to this. I can write the most action packed scene, but when it comes to girls ... well, I cringe.
I must be hesitating because one of the girls walks up to me. "The counter to get your prescription is right over there." She points in the direction indicated.
"Whatever," I say, trying to push my fear down.
She seems to see right through me. "What's your name?"
"Howler. Freddy Howler." I can't resist the James Bond reference.
She doesn't miss a beat. "My name is Hetsworth. Rayley Hetsworth." Her response calms me down a bit, so I smile. She continues: "So, what do you have?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you are here at the Pharmacy. You must have some ailment."
"AAGD," I say softly.
It doesn't seem to matter because she can hear me just fine. "Action Adventure Genre Dependant," she spells out my condition out loud. "You're treatment ought to be good."
When I return from the counter, another girl comes up to me. "So, what do you have to do?" I give her a strange look, trying to indicate that I don't know her. She sees this, so says, "Oh, my name is Rhiannon. Rayley already told me about you and your AAGD."
I frown slightly. "She's awfully busy."
"Yeah, happens when you are idle all the time. Have to get into everyone's business."
I smirk. Then, I look away from Rhiannon. I see two other girls. One is messing around with a cell phone, and the other one is writing on a notepad. Old tech and new tech. What a weird pharmacy!
"So, what's with those other two?" I ask, pointing in their direction.
"One writes too much, the other doesn't write at all ... or even know how. And, before you ask, I can't finish stories." She pauses. "Don't try to get out of it. Cough it up. What do you have to do? How do you cure AAGD?"
I take a long time to answer. My treatment is the hardest thing that I have ever had to do. Finally, I utter the words I am dreading: "I have to write nothing but romantic poems for a month."