It’s tough to get back into the habit of things. I’m still debating the whole blogging 5-7 days a week thing and if so, what to blog about about, which is why this is a bit late. Back in the ol’ days, I’d write and schedule a blog the day before with a set time to go live. It is especially so when you are rusty when it comes to updating the website/coding stuff and you keep deleting text by mistake and there’s no way to recover it. I’ve about hit my frustration level. This is my last attempt…

Anyway….It’s Wednesday and wrote words last week–249 random words about a random character in a random situation. They were based on the #ThursdayThreads flash fiction prompt of *Only one minute remained.* The prompt rattled around in my brain for most of the day and then late in the day I finally sat down at the desktop and doodled out words. I almost didn’t post them but decided why not. They were words and they sort of told a story. Luckily, last week’s judge agreed and awarded me an honorable mention. I took it thankfully! So here they are, just intime for Wednesday Words. Buckle up, buttercups….

She did not want to be here. In fact, this whole situation was so far above her pay grade that she was within seconds of hyperventilating. To bad that wouldn’t help. Neither would running screaming from the room but it was a thought. A good one, to her mind.

A voice whispered in her ear. “You got this.”

“Nuh uh,” she mumbled. She so did not have this. Too bad, so sad, she was in too deep. A giggle, far too close to hysteria for comfort, bubbled up in her throat. Using a great deal of self-control, she choked it back. This was not the time nor the place to lose it.

“What were you thinking?…Oh, wait, you weren’t.” Had she said those words out loud. She glanced around from beneath lowered lashes that felt heavy and cumbersome. She rolled her head on her neck and then rolled her shoulders to ease the tension that had built up. Off in the distance, the strains of a familiar instrumental echoed. The scene from the Wizard of Oz where the witch’s guards marched and chanted shot into in her mind and almost unleashed that hysterical giggle again. She flashed on the close-up of the Cowardly Lion swatting at his tail as it twitched out from under the long uniform coat.

Glancing at the clock on the wall, she gulped. Only one minute remained.

She closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. This would all be over in… She counted down in her head. Five. Four. Three. Two….

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I have my suspicions of that this scene is about–like one of two things–but I’m curious about your thoughts. What do you think is going on? And, asl always, writers, feel free to take the prompt and run with it. All, PLEASE share your thoughts with me–about the character, what’s happening around her, anything that comes to mind. Happy Hump Day.