Charlie at Carrot Ranch posted this April 6, 2016 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a response to an agoraphobic moment. Here’s mine.
Written by Kerry E.B. Black
I couldn’t catch my breath. Bands circled my chest, squeezed, threatened to crush my ribs into my soft insides until the mash leaked out in tears. Pain shot through to my left hand, numbing my fingers. “Help,” I gasped. My kids watched a movie in the car’s DVD player as I begged strangers for information. Sweat slicked my face and plastered my hair. “Where’s the closest hospital?” I pictured the scene in Steel Magnolias where the toddler tried to revive his dead mother. The vision shook me. I prayed.
Not a heart attack. No. A damned panic attack. Why?