Vertigo (Friday Fictioneers)

The room tilted and Siobhan threw out her right arm, fingers closing around the towel bar. She closed her eyes. Bile rose in her throat and her knees buckled.

The silver bar and towel, with delicately embroidered flowers, lay next to her. Her cheek rested on the cool tile. A small puddle collected in front of her nose. The room rocked less now.

It was easy to explain yesterday. Loud vendors, flashing lights and dizzying rides at the fair had been excuse enough.

Today was different. No lights. No rides. Just them.

He had done this to her. To them.

Carousel © Ted Strutz

Carousel © Ted Strutz

This is my 100-word story for this week’s installment of Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. She hosts a weekly flash fiction challenge with a photo prompt and a 100-word limit. Check it out and join the fun!

As always, happy trails!

9 thoughts on “Vertigo (Friday Fictioneers)

    • Greetings, gahlearner! Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts. It may sound cheesy, but I didn’t spend enough time with Siobhan to know if it was one or both situations…my inclination was both. Tragic, though, in both scenarios.
      Thanks again. I’m pleased it grabbed you!
      Happy trails! 🙂 TMWR

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    • I’m sorry to say you may not be wrong about Siobhan. Cerebellar injuries cause that sort of disorientation…but so can pregnancy. Perhaps one, perhaps both? I didn’t spend quite enough time with the story to know for sure.


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