Posting Wednesday’s entry for Five Sentence Fiction a little bit early. Not sure that it holds up that well against some other entries I’ve read (like this one, or this one, or especially this one), but seeing as how it sums up most of last week for me…we’re rolling with the following five sentences.
My skin comes alive on its own, rippling inward, backward, up my neck with a suddenness that makes me stop and pinch my eyes shut. I breathe through my nose and hold my wrist to my forehead, feeling for the feverish warmth I know is there.
Can’t get sick – not now, I tell myself (knowing there never is a good time to be sick.) Three jobs, two tutoring students – and when am I ever going to be able to make more pottery, at this rate?
I wait till my skin recoils to its usual state of affairs, and make a beeline for the medicine cabinet.