Fiction: Therapy for the reformed witch

This month's Words for Wednesday prompts are provided by Wisewebwoman and is hosted at Elephant's Child's blog over here. This week's prompts are: ravioli, serenity, marble, bridge, soccer and/or foliage, nepotism, lectern, lantern, gorgonzola.

Fiction: Therapy for the reformed witch
Disa Moore doesn't have anger issues but her boss insisted she visits a therapist for a month or else he'll fire her. So what if she sets a couple of people on fire and turns them to toads? You can't have a former witch to work in customer service at the mall and expect her to be nice when the customers are jerks.
    Here in a large white room, Disa sits on a white leather couch facing the therapist. Miss Cuttings sits with one leg crossed over the other and arms on the armrest of the couch. She is probably in her early thirties, a few years younger than Disa. Everything about the woman screams stress and disorder with her short hair in a ponytail with strands loose around her face, wire-thin eyeglasses slightly askew on the bridge of her nose and wrinkled white shirt and gray pants.  
    Disa peeks at her wist watch - just after 11. Perhaps an early lunch. Ravioli or ham sandwiches? Always, she craves the serenity of food as it makes life easier to cope. On the wall behind Miss Cuttings, there is a shadow box featuring a pair of soccer cleats. Is Miss Cuttings a soccer fan? Disa wonders.
    Disa meets Miss Cuttings' small, black, marble-like eyes. Time tick-tick away. Just because Disa had to be here for an hour each week doesn't mean she has to pour her heart out.
    Miss Cuttings shifts her head slightly but remains still. "How was work this week?"
    Disa shrugs one shoulder. "Decent, haven't set anyone on fire or turn them to toads."
    "I see," says Miss Cuttings. "Your boss thinks you have anger management issues. Do you?"
    "I do not have any anger issues no matter what my boss thinks. It's very normal to express one's emotions," says Disa.
    "Normal people don't set other people on fire or turn them into toads."
    "They do if they have the power."
    "I see," says Miss Cuttings.
    Does she? "I repeat, I do not have any anger issues." Disa sends lightning from her fingertips toward the rectangle, white-gray marble coffee table between them. It cracks in half.
    "That was my favorite coffee table. You'll get a bill for it later," says Miss Cutting. She is as still as stone but her left hand is drumming on the armrest. "Miss Moore, all emotions - whether it's anger or otherwise - is perfectly normal. But you need to learn to control them at work." Miss Cuttings purses her lips into a smooth line.
    "I think if they don't know how to duck, it's their fault. After all, if they are going to be unreasonable, they should expect unreasonable in return." Disa has been very reasonable even when one of the jerks threw his coffee in her face.
    "Sounds reasonable. Your boss wants me to help you to stop your angry ways but honestly, there's no miracle cure. Why not get another job?" Miss Cuttings straightens in her chair.
    "I don't see why I should." Disa isn't always a people-person but it isn't easy another getting another job. It isn't as if she can use nepotism as she knows no one in any kind of power to help her. Ever since she had to close her shop and get out of the witchcraft business, things have been difficult. No one believes witches can be reformed.
    "Don't you? Isn't it your fault you couldn't control your anger?"    
    "No, it's not."
    "Isn't it true you don't like that people are no longer afraid of you and that's why you act out on them?"
    "No!"
    "Isn't it true the only reason you use your powers on people is because you miss being a witch? And you really wish you could go back to practicing witchcraft? And that you are to blame for your own incompetence? "
    "No! No! And no!" Disa shot up out of the couch. Fire shoots out from her fingers and covers Miss Cuttings but she remains seated and looking mildly stressed.
    Disa sighs and the fire fades away. She sits down. Foliage begins to cover the entire room. At her feet, daisies and lilies appear. If she is home, she would run upstairs to her work room and toward the lectern with her witch book and search for the spell to make perfume with all the flowers. Afterward, when she makes money selling the concoctions, she might even enjoy some gorgonzola under the lantern lights in her backyard.
    "I thank you for stopping the fire but how about sending these foliage back where they came from?" Not a single leaf or flower has fallen on Miss Cuttings.
    Disa shrugs and brushes some leaves off her lap. "Can't. I'm not even sure why it happens each time I set someone on fire." She looks up at Miss Cuttings. "You deliberately made me angry."
    "I want to see what you can do. I can assure you, you have no need to hide your feelings or your powers from me." Miss Cuttings smiles and looks almost happy.
    "Hey, you didn't scream. You..." Disa leans forward to get a better look at Miss Cuttings. "You're... a ghost?"
    "I prefer spiritually displaced. It's only temporary until— Well, we are not here to talk about me, Miss Moore." Miss Cuttings brushes a few strands of her from her face and pushes her eyeglasses higher. "Perhaps you can tell me if you have any satisfaction in setting people on fire?"
    "A little bit. I mean, some people deserves to get returns for what they dish out." Disa leans back on the couch.
    Miss Cuttings nods "You are correct. But not all of us can dish out karma and get away with it."  She sighs and glances at her wrist watch. "Time's up."
    "Time's up? It's only been—" Disa looks down at her watch - 11:59. Where has the time gone?
    "Miss Moore, clean this mess up before you go. The supplies are in the closet over there by the entrance. See you next week." Miss Cuttings stands up.
    Disa stands up. "Okay, see you."
    Miss Cuttings gives once last glance at Disa and walks toward the door and disappears.
    As Disa gets to cleaning, she swears it has only been twenty minutes but it doesn't matter. At least, she is not as stressed as when she came in.