Fear is what keeps me here. I am safe in my box. The invisible, self erected walls keep the unwanted filth out. I will not die at the hand of fate. I have out smarted death. Healthy is my name, cleanliness is my game. I rule at keeping out dirt. I don’t slip up. I never stop planning. Every step I take is meticulously thought out, my life depends on it. If something goes wrong, the system is ruined.
I can’t breath.
This can’t be.
I thought this through.
This wasn’t supposed to happen.
I lift my head and scream at the heavens.
My system, out the window, is flying.
This was my entry in Micro Bookends weekly contest. This story got me an honorable mention. Here is what Dave had to say:
“Great use of the opening bookend: “Fear is what keeps me here.” The character’s OCD (“Healthy is my name, cleanliness is my game”) has led him or her to this desperate situation. I really like the sense of panic from the short sharp closing sentences, right down to the Yodaesque finish.”