Weaving through traffic, I almost hit a dumptruck. I was sweating profusely. My image in my mirror was sickly. The distance from the courthouse to the hospital was 2 miles. I was halfway there. I texted her.
"Meet me in the emergency room, I need you".
I parked, jumped from my SUV, and tried to run to the entrance.
The next thing I saw was Ava standing over me. She had control of the room.
"Everyone thinks you're fluish and panic attacked, but I'm monitoring your heart. I'm waiting on a call from Dr. Cluber's office to proceed. You're mine for now."
The is another episode of a story I'm writing using Velvet Verbosity 's 100 word challenge . My other stories entries are here:
2) Personality Crisis
3) Serendipity 6
4) Hot Dog Harbinger
5) Goodbye Stranger
6) The House of Irony
8) Dead Man's Party
9) Hope Springs A Turtle
13) The Girlfriend Experience
14) Sympathy for the Devil
15) Tomorrow, The Green Grass
I've been on a mid 90s alternative chick rocker kick lately. Today's song is Sarah Maclachlan's Posession. It's what was playing in my head and on my computer last night when I imagined this 100 words. It seems to fit Ava's character. This should please my Canadian readers, eh?
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