Heart pounding, hands clutching tight to my blouse, I followed the ladies to the garden, walking several paces behind while they chatted away about random topics.
“So is this your first tea party?” A voice appeared suddenly beside me. I nodded shyly. “Don’t worry. You’re going to have a fun time.” She smiled as I raised my brows at her. “Your hand is clutching to your shirt like your life’s depend on it.” She covered her mouth and snickered.
Immediately, I positioned my hands behind my back, attempting to hide the sweat, and I replied. “It’s my anxiety, that’s all.”
(100 words)
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.
This is Another Story 
Nice new look to your blog, Yinglan.
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Thank you. 🙂
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What if her anxiety was not without cause this time? I wonder….
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I think it has to do with her being an introvert as well.
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awwww. So sweet and truthful.
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Thank you. 🙂
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Sounds like she really doesn’t want to be there. Great story, Yinglan!
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I think she wanted to be there but at the same time, she’d rather be sitting at home reading a book. She’s a very introverted person. Thank you for reading.
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For a shy person, a gathering where everyone knows everyone else already is a real trial. You’ve described it so well.
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I have the experience every time I go to one of my mom’s parties. It’s a real trial.
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she’s taken the first step to overcome her shyness. good for her.
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Sounds more like she will have an anxious tea party. But maybe they will make her feel at home.
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I hope so. Anxiety isn’t good for anyone.
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