Abstract Panic – #drabble
I stood outside in the rain. They were all there. Friends, family, the arts community. Dressed in finery. Gathered around the table. Cheese, crackers, wine. All I had to do was walk inside and join them.
Why the hesitation?
My feet felt like lead.
My cousin gazed out the window. Waved. I couldn’t wave back.
The world spun. The building shifted. The sidewalk shimmered. I closed my eyes and inhaled.
You can do this.
I opened my eyes and exhaled. With shaky knees and trembling fingers, I opened the door and walked inside – my first gallery showing since the break down.
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