It's worse than the blow. The anticipation, the animalistic hunt for some kind of cue. Waiting is harder when your skin is a mere six inches from the one with the upper hand. You can always throw your phone to the ground if those three debilitating digital dots become too much, but you can't run from this room. No, not this time. There's an urge to bring back those childhood habits your mom always reprimanded you for — biting nails, picking eyebrows, knuckle shit. You've thought of every single worst case scenario out there. This will be it. The end, the death, the blow.
Then he smiles.
The #100daychallenge writing series is my way of holding my right brain accountable for all the brain fog in hopes that I'll learn to creatively organize my thoughts and learn something(s) new about myself in the process. The challenge includes prompts from the San Francisco Writers' Grotto's 642 Things to Write About.
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