The challenge for us addicted writers in this group has become to try posting a series of short posts, rather than the long ones that I am probably best known for. Because I fancy myself a “sort-of” writer, I have dabbled a bit with story telling. I figured that this would be a good way for me to try it out, in a safe place, and just see how it develops. Disclaimer: I am not a story writer. My attention span doesn’t go that long, which is why poetry is more of my forte.
But here we go. A short story….in bits and pieces.
Gasping, panting, and grasping for anything not yet nailed down, Athens scrambled to find some sense of peace, even in the midst of one of the most mind-numbing events in her life. To be honest, her mind probably wasn’t the only one numbed by what had occurred, but in this singular moment, the only thing that her mind could process was that this was happening. THIS was happening, and whatever cells and neurons in her brain that were supposed to be able to make sense of all of this were currently sleeping on the job. Her mouth was dry, lips becoming sticky because of the large inhalations they had been forced to put up with. Her eyes were wild, pupils dilated as they shifted warily from right to left, then left to right, and so forth. Her ears still rang, and she could hear the shrill, thin sound as it resonated seemingly though her, not just around her. Something was wrong.
Something was very wrong….