Month: September 2015

Such anxiety


PHOTO PROMPT © The Reclining Gentleman

We were almost there and my anxiety grew. I wished I’d never met him. I could have stayed at home on my sofa like I used to, focusing on a tv-serie or chatting with my friends over a glass of wine. When he suggested it, I felt cool about it, after all, I was a different person now, many CBT sessions later. But when dusk fell and the goal of our journey got closer, I panicked, I shivered, my hands were cold and my breathing short.

I did not want to meet his parents.



The other side of the lake


© Jennifer Pendergast

We’re ready to leave. As soon as our belongings are all packed in, I will grab the stern with my two hands, my left foot in front of the right one, steady on the ground, and shove the canoe into the lake. There’s no wind at all this morning and it keeps me calm. I feel no rush as I climb inside, turn around and hauls in the rope. As the canoe glides through the soft water her eyes meet mine and I know what she prays; everything will be alright on the other side of the lake.

This is my first participation in the Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.