“Sit still!” she commanded, as I shifted in my chair, “you’ll only feel a pinch.”
Despite her supposedly reassuring words, her eyes gleamed, glassy with malicious anticipation.
Fright prickled the skin on the back of my neck, and I twisted away from the needle.
Maybe I could do try and do a runner.
There must be a road. My mind drifting back, as my body dropped like a sack of potatoes and my vision turned to dust, there must be a road.
Tina Stewart Brakebill 
This is so well written Tina – the fear of the needle – especially here as we are not quite sure what will happen next 🙌
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Thanks!
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That sounds like good advice to avoid such needles. Nice phrase: “glassy with malicious anticipation”
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thanks 😉
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I’m thinking there’s more to the story. Hope the right road is found!
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Thank you ☺️
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damn I hate needles, despite of all the piercings I have got. My skin got prickly from reading this already.
A well worded six and very effective
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Thanks 🙏
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enjoyed how so much of the tension was built on an inferred condition (not facing the threat)
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Thanks! 😊
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I hate needles, even when intentions are the best, but this one was clearly a negative knockout!
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Yep ;0 Thanks for reading.
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Not the medical provider I’m interested in going to see!
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nope! Thanks for reading.
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That’s what they all say, lolNot a fan of needles. Her road to unconsciousness sounds like a viable path to me!
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LOL. Thanks for reading!
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