In Response to Curtis Bausse’s Pic’n’Post Challenge
Also in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Fight or Flight.” Write about your strongest memory of heart-pounding, belly-twisting nervousness: what caused the adrenaline? Was it justified? How did you respond?
Rules (what to include in the Pic ‘n’ Post challenge):
— A photograph you’ve taken
— A brief (about 100 words) idea for a story prompted by the photo
— A brief text explaining the true story behind the photo (Fight or Flight response)
The story-teller’s picture: Little Chloe crossed her arms and tucked her chin into her chest. No way, no way was she going to that stinkin’ school. Her desk was in the front, not the middle. Lunch was either still alive or beyond dead. And worst of all, her teacher always mixed her up with that gum-popper Zoey. No way, no way was she going to stand one more day. Chloe’s parents listened and shared one of those looks. A marvelous idea, they announced. A hair barrette! If Chloe wore one — a unique one — there was no way the teacher wouldn’t be able to tell her apart. Little Chloe picked up her chin and gave them a grin. She would try it. And lo and behold, the barrette was like magic!
The picture-taker’s story: You ever get an itch to just bother someone? Perhaps your older sibling? Imagine me a 10 year old, poking fun at my older teenager of a sister. My allergies were going crazy the whole time. Multitasking, I kept at it with my sister AND decided it’d be a great idea to scratch the inside of my left ear with a barrette (so dumb, even if it was clean). Long story short, my sister ended up shoving me away from her. She didn’t know I had the barrette in my ear. The sharp end went straight through my eardrum and knocked into the three little bones (the ossicles). This affected my sense of balance. Lifting my head up a mere millimeter made the whole world spin. I bled from that ear, of course — and that piercing “ringing” sound will always be remembered. I wasn’t sure if I’d ever hear from that ear or walk normal again. It took a while, but I got enough hearing back (most of the time). I don’t walk like I’m teetering on a tightrope anymore (unless I’m getting off an elevator). And my sister finally forgave herself.