Sick – A Drabble

“Where’s that tin foil?” My heart rose to my throat and cracked the words before I could get them all out. The smithereens mixed with the echoes banging against my brain.
It struck at the oddest time.
“Mom, I got rid of it.” Her unvoiced thought drowned the hubbub long enough for me to hear: “I have to get her into a home.” My frenzied search for aluminium only confirmed her perception of my mental state.
She never heard the sickening drumming thoughts, never felt the waves of feelings.
Never understood how a tin foil hat staved off the crisis.

This story was written based on this prompt.

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About Aheïla

Somewhere in Quebec City, Aheïla works as a Game Design Director by day and writes by night. Known for her blue hair, unyielding dynamism and tasty cooking (quails, anyone?), she’s convinced “prose is the new crack”. She satisfies her addiction daily on The Writeaholic’s Blog and weekly on Games' Bustles View all posts by Aheïla

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