Not Me

My heart races as the world closes in. Periphery blurring to gray as my jaw tightens. The room seemingly devoid of air. Fingertips numb and tingling, I clutch at the pain in my chest…

Embarrassed and disoriented, I wake to the voices of the paramedics. As I recover I downplay the significance but inside I’m freaking out. Could I have had a heart attack at 27?

After several hours in the ER, the doctor shares his diagnosis, “Your heart looks good, I suspect it was an anxiety attack.”

“Me, panic?” I reply. “Not a chance. You better check again.”


Written for Carrot Ranch Literary’s February, 7th Flash Fiction Challenge.
Theme: Anxiety, Word Count: 99
Photo credit: Adobe Stock.
Copyright 2021 Greg Glazebrook, All Rights Reserved.

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