Lost - May 04, 2012

[note: this was written during a writing exercise: we had 20 minutes to write something inspired by the word "lost". This is the result, unedited, exactly as it appeared when time ran out. You can read all of them in the waves category]

Lost- Squiddy Geiger - May 04, 2012

"Dammit!" she thought, as she rummaged through the apartment, searching. It had to be here somewhere, but where? She searched each room quickly, one after the other, in desperation, but did not find it.

She wasn't prepared to go without. People would notice. They always did, when someone lost it. Misplaced it, she corrected herself. She hadn't lost it, it was here, somewhere, and she would find it. She had to find it, there was no alternative.

Well, there was an alternative, of course. She could _not_ find it, and go through the rest of her life without it, taunted and teased, and snickered at behind her back. Her uncle had lost his, and never recovered from the loss. It had haunted him, and she did not want to end up like him. She couldn't face that, so she redoubled her efforts.

It wasn't in the house, so she ran to the garage to check there, realizing at the last moment that this house didn't have a garage. Heavens, it was happening already! She could feel it. She tried the garden shed instead. Thankfully, that was a real part of this property. Five minutes later, empty handed, she sighed.

It was time for work, and she wouldn't help anything by missing work, no matter how much she might feel like it right now. Depression was starting to displace her fear. She found her purse and keys, and went out front to the car. As she was about to start it, she heard a noise from the glove compartment, and opened it; she yelped happily as she caught her mind, and quickly restored it to its proper place.

Life was good, after all.

Posted by Squiddy at May 4, 2012 08:45 PM | TrackBack