#downpouroffeels

I have a writing prompt book, and from now on I’m going to be posting what I’ve written for one prompt each day, as a way of practising and sharing my writing (and ensuring I actually stick to this). So today’s is:

You are a customer lying face down on the floor during a bank robbery. Describe the robbery from this vantage point.

Screams and shouts surround me like thick black smoke. Someone is yelling for everyone to get down, but of course I’ve already dropped to the floor. Aren’t you supposed to play dead in these situations? A man in thick black clothing and a balaclava comes into my view, sideways because of the angle. His shoulders are hunky and he’s brandishing a gun and - fuck -  that’s all I need to know.

I shut my eyes.

Four seconds pass. Five seconds. He’s moving closer. His footsteps echoing on the marble floor.

Playing dead is actually harder than you might think, especially when your fingers are trembling violently, your chest wants to heave against your will, and the chemicals from the tear gas are making your nostrils sting.

I don’t think I’m still enough.

“You.”

He’s standing above me now, his bulky lace-up boots inches from my face.

“Get up.”