An enjoyable read. Around here, all the ice cream parlors close for the winter, so I guess I'll just sit in the parking lot and if anyone asks if I need something I'll answer, “Nope. Guess I’ll just wait for Spring.”
I doubt it. The point of these microscopic stories is that they last for 100 words and that's it. So the most I can hope from them is a quick grin or thought and the reader moves on. This one depends a lot on irony, I suppose.
I suspect we've all had experiences like this, TJ. But this one came at a time when I was really looking for something to write about. Hence the "heaven" comment. ;)
The attack was over in seconds. From the first shortening of breath and slight nausea, to the full blown, massive unease and desperate attempts to escape from underneath the crushing weight, to the faint rebirth of hope in the draining of the weakness that transfixed the limbs, and then the slow return to a world of the unremarkable, the often overlooked cosiness of daily life, was no more than moments.
Long moments, it’s true, moments of frantic and insoluble desire to escape the torture of feelings too large to describe, moments like hours.
Then the dread of the next one.
Word count: 100
For no particular reason
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