In a hundred words – a bit of a lift

The smell of hot metal lodges in my throat. I keep thinking I can taste it. Loud, grinding sounds hurt my ears. Squashed up, sardines in a tin, the heat and humidity are unbearable. A mix of smells invade my nostrils: perfume, body odour, warm food, greasy hair. I know you’re there. I can feel your presence, your eyes boring into me. Have you followed me or is it chance? My heart beats faster. I feel sick. I have to escape or I will collapse. Then the bell dings, the doors open and you say – ‘Night, Sandra, see you tomorrow.’


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About Vicky Newham

Vicky Newham is a writer, living in Whitstable, Kent. She writes crime fiction, psychological thrillers and science fiction. Her main projects are novels, but she also writes short stories, flash fiction, non-fiction articles and some poetry.
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3 Responses to In a hundred words – a bit of a lift

  1. moses11 says:

    I love the concept and the execution, would you mind if I borrowed this idea to use for my blog? Especially since I tend to be long winded I think this could a great exercise in conciseness.

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