
One, two, three, four, I count the seconds-pass mentally as I jab the piece of paper into the slot with my pen. This is my psychiatrist’s idea to help rid me of my anxiety. Each time I feel anxious, I’m to write it down and put it in the jar. It’s only been a day since I started, already, the jar is nearly half-full. Why are you so anxious anyway? It’s not like the world will fall on top of you. Panicked, I glance at the ceiling before sighing and grabbing a piece of paper. Another one for the jar.
(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 was great!
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Thank you.
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So much in a few words. Well done.
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Thank you.
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Anxiety is a horrible curse and you show it’s devastation well here including a little humour at the end
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I agree absolutely. Anxiety is horrible. I suffer from it daily. Thank you for reading.
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