PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
My heart constricts, my breathing becomes rapid, shallow. I try to compose myself, but feel the terror racing up inside, scrabbling, intent on suffocation. Frantically, I seek an escape. Each possible exit is treacherously narrow.
Stay calm! I mustn’t panic.
I try to breathe slowly, deeply, but it makes me gag and heave violently.
Inwardly, I am screaming, clawing at the walls, desperate for freedom.
People look at me with curious expressions. Some studiously ignore me. Maybe the scream wasn’t just inside my head.
I have to get out of here.
Can’t someone help me?
DON’T THEY KNOW I’M CLAUSTROPHOBIC?
Word Count: 100
Written for Friday Fictioneers – a 100 words story based on a photo prompt. Hosted by Rochelle. Read the other entries here.
Clare Hempstead 