Was it a coincidence that all of this seemed to be on her mind so much tonight, because no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn’t shake the thoughts.
The whole world seemed to suddenly narrow for her; there was just her and time seems to stop. It’s scary; what she sees before her is so tangible to her, making her break out in a cold sweat, it is like some hideous monster opening its mouth as if to swallow her whole. The air from the thing’s maw is hot and sour.
She feels sick and stands so quickly, the chair falls over and her companion finally seems to take an interest in her.
#ThursThreads prompt: ”The air from the thing’s maw is hot and sour.”
5 Sentence Fiction: Coincidence