Carrot Ranch Communications April 6, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a response to an agoraphobic moment.
She’s halfway across the street when the vertigo hits. A rushing in her ears, and the pavement is tilting from under her feet. Up on the corner, the red countdown begins flashing, alternating with the red hand: STOP.
Oh, God, all these people are looking at me.
She’s never felt so naked, so on view in her life. Lurching, she gains the safety of the Bon Marché building, panting for air as she leans against it. People look at her like she’s a strange insect, give her a wide berth.
Nothing to worry about, folks. Just another crazy lady downtown.