No! I won’t sink into another black hole…if these headaches would just let up…my therapist recommends running. Therapeutic exercise. Okay. Another mile to go…but the pounding, it hurts and…
As she stops to catch her breath, she stupidly stares across the brackish lagoon. Look at this mire; she disgustedly brushes away the salty sweat stinging into her eyes – exact replica of my chaotic life.
Several voices (in her head) begin to argue loudly accusing each other of exposing all the dirty debris of intimacies from her last relationship.
Suddenly someone shakes her awake.
“Your medication dear,” said the nurse.
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Inspiration: Friday Fictioneers with Rochelle Wisoff-Fields
Challenge: With the given photo prompt, write your 100 – word story that has a beginning, middle and end then share your story link with this popular writing community. Happy writing! 🙂
Photo Credit: BW Beacham from Life in the Foothills