Some Instincts

Shivering through space, Daley tiptoed across the library in her overcoat, gloves and woolen hat. Every cough ripped through her throat like ice chips going up rather than down, the reverse of her favorite summertime treat, crunching posicles in the yard before they melted.
Her body was a nesting place for germs and it made her uncomfortable to be around people who could catch her diseases but she had no choice. The world hadn’t stopped when her fever had risen to 102. The shelf she was searching for was being elusive, skipping around the library and purposefully evading her.
Terry’s blue and black coat flashed in her peripheral vision and warring instincts kicked in. She didn’t want him to see her like this but she wanted him to see her, to remember she existed outside the universe of beer pong and lax boys sucking on helium balloons for a laugh. Terry wasn’t above that sort of thing – Daley liked to think she was – but he had something to him that was more than that as well.
She couldn’t decide what to do quickly enough, and so he was gone, slamming out of the library like everyone seemed to do, as loudly and disruptively as possible. The sound reverberated in her head and she still couldn’t find the shelf mark she was looking for. She wished she could ask for help but her voice was reduced to a crow’s scratchy caw and whispering hurt even worse.
It was time to give up, she realized, surprised that her body had already figured this out and that she was falling to the floor, knees buckling, hands pulling some books off the shelf with her just to make sure that someone would hear and come running.
At least, she thought before everything went black, some instincts are still working.

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One thought on “Some Instincts

  1. Erin M says:

    Neat, quirky little piece! You’ve really captured the feeling of being sick. Hope you are feeling well, yourself! *hugs*

    The first time I read the sentence (entirely my fault, or I can blame my monitor), I thought it said “The SELF she was searching for was being elusive . . .” which was quite a different twist. =]

    I feel compelled to admit: I did not know what beer pong was until a few months ago and people were discussing it and I was clueless. Somehow I avoided the “university scene” all through my university years. o-o” *peeks out from under a rock* 😄

    Sending love and hugs and courage!

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