“Please, sit down.”
Another spell of vertigo sends me into a whirlwind, and the ground underneath suddenly feels 20 feet away.
I fall into the chair behind me. “I don’t want to remember.”
I still see his face, still feel his clammy hands around my throat. The darkness closes in, as when I went unconscious and woke wearing no pants.
“When will you catch him, officer?”
Spending time catching up on some prompts that I missed while on a brief hiatus. Here’s my contribution to a previous #1MinFiction prompt: whirlwind
2 thoughts on “#1MinFiction: Vertigo”
I want more too though the idea of “no pants” gives me the creeps.
Nicely done! Now I want more of this story.