Writing Prompts Day 5

Day 5 of the daily prompts:

Smudged

I watched as my hands trembled. I wanted them to stop, but I couldn’t feel my fingers, my bones, or my flesh. It was like everything was happening to someone else. I knew I needed to focus and do my best, but there was only raw numbness and terror.

I tightened my grip on my passport and relaxed my face. I was sure I looked all twisted, not as calm and normal as I should have been. The border guard was looking towards the line I was in. The woman let her gaze glide over our faces, keeping her flashlight on us.

“Next,” the man beside her shouted.

My heart was beating fast after every next sounded. They had taken a woman with her family to the hut next to the board, and I and the rest in the line could hear their cries.

“Next,” and it was my turn.

I handed my passport to the man. The man frowned at the smudged picture. He shifted his gaze to me, and I flinched. I shouldn’t have. I tried to utter how the picture got all smudged, but no sound came out.

He nodded to the guards behind him, and they seized me. I looked helplessly at the man who kept holding onto my passport.

Morning Routine

The sound of the clock always makes my heart race. I stay on the bed longer than I care to, making little movements with my legs against the sheets while my cat occupies my side. She pushes her face close to me and rubs her little nose in mine. All I need is a clock to stop the time. So I could linger there a little longer.

There’s no such clock. I put my cat on the ground and dressed up to feed her and her brother. They circle my legs as I get their plates and swap them for clean ones. They lifted their paws against the dresser as I ready their breakfast. There is a never ending commands to hurry up.

Dream of the Wolf

The howlless terror seeps into me. I know they are there even when they make no sound. They are on the hunt, and they are hunting me. I’m sure I locked all the doors, and the windows are shut, but they are clever; they walk on hinge legs. I want the dream to end. I want to wake up. I have never understood why they haunt me. Sometimes I wonder if it is the other way around, that I haunt them and force them to play this repeating dream. But how would I have power over such a majestic beast? I don’t. I do not.

The Prompts are from the book: A Year of Creative Writing Prompts

I need more time to write in the mornings or my day job to go away. I feel so tired from yesterday and feel like I have no energy to care what I wrote and why I do this. Maybe I should have postponed writing to the evening, but I’m pretty sure that after coming home from work, I couldn’t write.

Thank you for reading! Have a magical day!