Arkansas tornado

Dining Out – Flash Fiction

My heart flitters, as though a moth flutters inside. Christ, was that a heart attack? Need to breathe – stay calm. Was that normal? I feel fine, but that wasn’t normal – was it normal?

Can’t eat. Can’t hold my fork! Just breathe through your nose.

Apologise to Sarah.

Well, go on! Do it!

“I’m…”

Jesus, you sound like you’re having a stroke! Stop scaring her! Pull yourself together – keep breathing!

Fingers are clamping up – body’s tingling. Pins and needles all over. My mind’s a tornado. Got to keep calm.

I’m fine.

“James? Are you ok?”

I’m losing it – I’m losing it.

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4 thoughts on “Dining Out – Flash Fiction”

      1. The difficulty comes in choosing what to concentrate on: atmosphere, character, dialogue or plot. There’s so little space to include it all, and you’re a frickin’ mastermind if you can without drifting into poetry.

        Thanks again.

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