The following is a featured 100-word story from the June Writing Challenge.

 

Standing on the other side of the door, the beat of the music vibrated through the floor, up her legs, and matched the tempo of her heart. Go in. She stood still, trying to get her breathing under control. If she focused, closed her eyes, she could get her breaths to harmonize with the music and her heart. A beautiful, anxious instrumental of pulse points, breath hitches, and intrusive thoughts. Go in. Laughter rippled into the air, and she wanted to reach out, grab it. Take some for herself and use it to cloak her fear. Next time, she lied.

 

 

Jody Holford
43
Canada

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