Friday Fictioneers: Being Claustrophobic


I’m not a drama-queen but I honestly can’t breathe right now. Why can’t people just move? Why do they have to stand here loitering?

“Can you get me some fish balls?” Mom said a minute before. Has it been a minute?

“Why can’t you get it yourself? It’s right there.” I pointed at the black banner.

She didn’t reply. It’s what she does, ordering me around like a dog.

I tilt my head skyward and suck in a gulp of air. Screw claustrophobia, screw anxiety, I can do this. I return to the crowd around me. Ugh, I hate Chinatown.

(100 Words)

For Friday Fictioneers

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24 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Being Claustrophobic

    • It is sad because I didn’t have claustrophobia when I was a child. It developed as I got older. Now, I can’t even stand crowds. Good thing I don’t live near big cities.


    • Thanks, these characters are actually based on me and my mom and no, I don’t think the mom cares at least that’s how my mom’s been treating me lately.


      • I’m sorry. How frustrating that must be! For your sake, I’m hoping for the best and that things will improve. Being from an Asian family, I know this will take time.

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  1. I can sympathize. I get very tense in crowds, whether it’s foot traffic or a busy highway, and especially a downtown area with which I’m unfamiliar. Funny, I don’t mind elevators–unless theres barely room to breathe :). You did a great job of describing claustrophobia.

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