On Monday, a small challenge was set by Sally Holtham. Write up to 250 words on ‘Fear’. Here is my take on that challenge.
The surrounding air turned icy cold. My breath exhaled, was visible even at a distance. The small hairs on my arms and back of the neck are standing to attention.
The echo of footsteps from behind, sound closer than they really are. The knots within my body are getting tighter and tighter as I can feel the presence of another. If I continue to walk at my pace, hoping that the footsteps behind me don’t catch up, what would they do if they did?
My heart races and my feet feel like they are wearing boots of cement. I won’t move faster, I can’t move faster, but they feel to me like they have already stopped.
They are closer. My heart is racing and my breath is caught in my throat. I can hear the material of their clothes rubbing together as they are faster approaching me.
I freeze. My feet won’t move another step. I hold what breath I have left. He walks past me, rushing to get out of the rain. My fear was for nothing, but it was definitely there.
I get it. The fear you’re being followed / chased, when in fact you’re but an obstacle to be negotiated.
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