Lying in
bed I was terrified to get up. I never knew what kind of mood my step-mother
would be in. Would she be in a good spirits or in her usual mean mode? Would I
be yelled at today for something I did to displease her, or would she find a
reason within herself to hit me. Straining to listen to see if she was up or
not, I quietly lay there trying to get up enough courage to make it to the
bathroom. Then I heard the big slam of
pots and pans coming from the kitchen.
This week's challenge at Carrot Ranch was to write a 99 word (no more, no less) response to an agoraphobic moment.
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