Thursday, November 15, 2012
Prompt: Choose a phobia from the list provided. Write about it.
Time: 10 minutes
It's watching me. I glance over my shoulder, but nothing is there. Nothing I can see, at least.
Shifting uncomfortably, I cross and then uncross my legs. What is taking her so long? I agreed to come see Laura's prom dress; I did not agree to sit alone in her living room with that . . . thing.
There's a rustle in the corner, and I snap my head around so hard my neck cracks. The dusty leaves of the fern on the windowsill rustle, but nothing is there.
I know it's watching me. Circling closer. Plotting.
My neck starts to itch. I sit on my hands so I won't scratch, but then I start to envision the thing launching itself toward my face, claws extended. So I bring my hands back out and clasp them tightly in my lap.
A door opens upstairs. A voice floats down,
"Sorry Katie, I'll be right there."
I hear the shuffle of chiffon and sequins across wood an hear another door slam.
Couldn't she have warned me? That would only have been polite. What if I was allergic? Actually, who's to say I'm not allergic?
My throat fels scratchy, so I clear it. More phlegm seems to ooze back into my throat, so I clear it again. And again. I reach up. It feels swollen.
I start to hyperventilate in raspy wheezes. My eyes dart frantically around the room. Where is it? I know it's there, stalking me.
"Show your face!" I shout, gasping.
A door opens and Laura comes down the steps. In a blur of black, the beast is on her, around her neck.
"Ow! Tonx, stop!" She removes the claws gingerly and looks back at me. "So, what do you think?"