She could feel her chest start to tighten. It was getting harder to breathe. Beads of sweat started popping out all over her forehead and neck. She rarely broke into a sweat so she knew this was bad. It felt like she had swallowed an avocado pit. She looked up and then to the left and right of her. She spotted the restroom. If she could make it there should could maybe be free from her captors. She took a deep breath and without bringing attention to herself started walking towards the restroom.

Z: Whoa, where do you think you’re going missy.

He grabbed her by the elbow and started leading her back.

M: I have to go to the bathroom

Z: You just went to the bathroom. Goddammit…where’s??? Can’t you stay on that side? You’re supposed to be watching her on your side so she doesn’t get away.

J: Sorry sorry, I was on the phone.

Z: Always on that stupid phone. Just stay over there and hold onto her.

J: I’m not good at this good cop/bad cop thing.

Z: You don’t have to do anything other than make sure she doesn’t make a break for it.

M: I really do have to go to the bathroom.

If she could plead with them she might wear on their mercies and they would let her free.

J: She really does go the bathroom a lot

Z: Fine…but you can’t go anywhere. Give me your purse and your phone. Get in and get out. We’ll be waiting.

M: You know I could scream and that would be that.

Z: You could, but you won’t. We don’t need Paul Blart the Mall cop here. Just go to the bathroom. We’ll be waiting. Don’t bring attention to yourself.

She went into the bathroom. He was right. There was no place for her to go. She couldn’t run. They would just run faster. She knew what she had to do. She went to the sink. It was so dirty. These places always are so dirty. She splashed water on her face, looked into the pretend mirror that distorted her face and reached for the paper towel that wasn’t there. Great. Now her face was dripping wet with no paper towels. This was getting better and better. She wiped her face on her sleeve and walked back to her captors.

M: Ok I’m ready. Just get it over with.

The men were on either side of her holding her elbows moving her along. She tried to remain calm by focusing on her breathing. She could feel they were getting to the end of the line.

He stood with that greasy hand out. Now what? The captores tightened their grip.

Z: where are the tickets? Do you have the tickets?

J: I got nuthin.  I thought you had them.

This could have been her chance to make a break for it.  Instead white-faced and shaking she handed the greasy man what he needed.

Was he going to be sympathetic to her plight? Apparently not. He was expressionless until they sat down. Then with this holier-than-thou-shit-eating-grin face he locked them in. She held her breath. Palms sweating as she gripped the bar tighter and tighter. Her captors had loosened their grip on her and were now squeezed in real tight on either side. All was quiet. They were all quiet.

Phone ringing: J: Hey, what’s up? Yea, no, nuthin really. Just sitting here…


J: Hey, I gotta go. Let me get back to you…yea, peace..

She could feel they were moving. The wind on her face felt surprisingly refreshing. If she could just focus and block out the obvious danger she actually might have dared to venture a feeling of freedom. Just when she was feeling free, they came to an abrupt stop. One of the captores started fumbling.

Z: Honest to god what are you doing…

J: Taking a picture. I got this…see?

Z: You’re going to drop it. Also can’t you see she’s freaking out? Put that GD phone away or I’m going to rip it out of your hands.

That’s all she needed, a fight between the captors. She felt woozy. The movement was no longer freeing. It was sickening.  She was startled back to reality and the obvious danger of the situation. Rocking back and forth. The captors were saying something else she couldn’t hear with all the blood rushing in and out of her ears. Finally, they were moving again. She tightened her grip on the bar as hard as she could.

M: Shut up both of you. Just sit still. Just let this be over soon. Seriously put the phone away please. I’ve come with you both quietly. I’m not making a scene. Just let me try to get out of here alive. Ok? Is that too much to ask?

J: Sheesh, fine. But look at this picture. Ok fine. Yea, putting it away…Got it…

Finally it stopped. The bar loosened. The greasy man was there again with that stupid smile on his face.  Suddenly she wanted to punch his face with her fist, except her entire being felt like jello.

Now she needed her captors to help her stand. Her legs were wobbly and she was still feeling faint. The captors were now more relaxed but yet supportive as they aided her to the nearest bench and sat. This time she felt solid. Sitting on solid ground. The three of them sat in silence looking at her with anticipation.

Z: Well?

M: I hate you guys

Z: we know

J reached around and put his arm around her and gave her a kiss on the head

J: Its okay m…(phone rings) J: Hey, what’s up dude? Yea, just sitting here with my moms and brother. Just got off the Ferris wheel. What? No..I’m not sure what time we’ll be back…yea what’s going on?…

His voice faded off as he walked away talking on the phone. She sat quietly looking at all the people waiting in line. What is wrong with them?

She knew then with 100% certainty she would never be a Ferris Wheel lover. She looked at her captors with a bit of respect and appreciation for their determination.

M: Thank you boys.

Z:  You’re welcome.

J: Ah moms, we love you.

After another relaxed moment of silence and a relaxing deep breath she said: Shall we head over to the roller coasters?

Today’s Prompt: We all have anxieties, worries, and fears. What are you scared of? Address one of your worst fears.

Today’s Twist: Write this post in a style distinct from your own.

Until manana,


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6 Thoughts on “It’ll be over soon..

  1. Loved it. After I got the fear, I had to go back and read it again. Thanks for a fun story and a good presentation of fear. By the way, I’m not a ferris wheel lover either!

  2. Man, that Z character sounds like a real jerk. What’s wrong with him? Did his parents not love him enough?

  3. Scott monahan on April 29, 2015 at 9:57 am said:

    Nice twist! Fun read….I thought you were abducted by terrorist. Of course you might occasionally feel that way about your boys….!

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