She gets a grip on the table’s edge and lowers herself back to her chair, reaches for her tea to see her hand trembling violently. Now she notices, through the whirling fog that seems to have descended over her mind, that her breath is short and her heart is pounding.
“Are you all right?” a voice asks.
Embarrassed, feeling herself flushing, she tosses back, “Fine, just took a little trip without leaving the farm.”
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This is the first installment in a series for Six Sentence Stories. The cue was “trip.” I’m looking forward to seeing where this goes.