This week’s word: Confusion.
She parts the heavy curtains ever so slightly and peers through the darkened window-pane; is he out there trying to get a glimpse of her?
Yes, there he is; that man with those creepy looking eyes sits in the balcony facing her room and stares fixedly at her- leering, gawking, planning his next move.
She lets out a scream and then flings open the curtain, showering him with an outburst of profanities, even as he now looks away and turns his back to her.
Her heaving chest now trembles with fear and confusion; is he hiding and bidding his time till she is home alone?
She now walks from room to room, rambling about all those wicked men out to get her, like a pack of wolves trying to pounce on a hapless prey; the hallucinations have snuffed the light out of her life, leaving behind a weathered bundle of skin and bones battling the demons that play havoc with her frail mind.
[Lillie McFerrin Writes] Five Sentence Fiction – Confusion
I liked the way you you used the prompt.
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Oh dear – what a way to live your life.
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Sad, isn't it.. Beautifully penned, Shilpa..
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