My breathing is getting shallower, faster, until I hyperventilate.
The tingling starts in the center of my cheeks, then spreads throughout my entire face.
Hands shaking, I attempt to punch the number in phone. It takes 3 tries.
Tears silently stream down my face
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I hit the send button. Time stops. I want this moment to be over.
"The number you have reached is no longer in service," the disembodied female voice informs me.
Relief floods through my veins as I press the end key, drained, and sink onto the bed.
I wrote this post in response to this week's prompt at Jenny Matlock's Saturday Centus.
WORD COUNT - 100 WORDS PLUS THE TEN WORDS OF THE PROMPT. Total word count not to exceed 110 words.
STYLE OF WRITING - ANY
USE A PICTURE THIS WEEK IF YOU LIKE
THE PROMPT THIS WEEK IS: "The number you have reached is no longer in service"
If you can make me actually start to panic with the written word then you've done very good!~Ames
ReplyDeleteA LONG time ago I used to have panic attacks, so I know just how she felt! Good work on this!!!!
ReplyDeleteGreat write, nice take :-)
ReplyDeleteI really felt this one. Good work!
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Wow! This poem is filled with concrete images that make is very visual and visceral. I felt it in my gut. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNamaste.........cj
wow, I was on edge with this one. good job.
ReplyDeletebeautiful story lines,
ReplyDeletelove your plot.
Wow, I wonder who she was calling that it was so disturbing for her to make the call even. Very suspenseful.
ReplyDeleteExcellent! You created an intense visceral experience, and I love the relief at the end. Very well worded.
ReplyDeletexoRobyn
Wow, this was intense. I love how you captured the feeling of panic with your word crafting.
ReplyDeleteReally disturbing and wonderful!