Thanks everyone.
I didn't hold out much hope for my story this month because it wasn't the story I wanted to write. As soon as I saw the picture I had the idea of the kid being abducted by aliens but him outsmarting them simply because they underestimate him because he's a kid. I just couldn't get it to work but, as is often the case when I'm struggling, the physical act of just sitting down and writing generates new ideas as I go along. The idea of him having the ability to 'know' and resolve the therapist's own problems came very late and the telephone ringing came even later.