I press my back into the brick. Vibrations pulse through it, controlling my heartbeat.
What am I doing here? And how do I explain?
The beat tapers but I’m racked with questions. I don’t notice the steady thumps gone silent or the crowd dispersing into the night.
I have to decide. Blind faith carried me this far, my feet can stumble a few more steps.
Scared but resolved, I fling myself from the wall. But I’m halted as I come face to face with my anxiety.
Then I see your eyes. The world stills if only for a second.
For the flash fiction challenge at Carrot Ranch
Word: Interlude
