For “6 Sentence Stories,” our word this week is “space.” That reminds me of the story I shared last time, but I went in a different direction than that.
Her chest constricts; there’s not enough space, too many people in this room.
If she sits in the pew, she prefers the edge, as the middle is stifling, and she prefers a clear view of the door in any room.
The quarter she spent in a small, windowless math class was torture.
She feels sad not to sing, but the practice room is too small, too crowded with this new choir — she’s tried.
When people ask her why she doesn’t sing in the choir, she says she can’t because she works during the time that they practice.
Even when that wasn’t an outright lie, she was not being honest.
revivedwriter 
Sometimes claustrophobia includes fear of being enclosed in a crowd. My Sweetie is like that, at times, and if the choir loft is too full, he simply can’t do it.
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Nice last sentence pitting honesty with not giving the full reason why.
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Well done…relatable.
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A really comprehensible description of her feelings.
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This is a very good description of how someone can feel triggered in the present by something that happened in the past. Great job on your story 🙂
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very good example of the individual/surrounding reality strategies of one of the three personality types of the Wakefield Doctrine*
Enjoyable Six!
*nah, you’d spot it on first look
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Such an evocative piece. It says so much and yet also leaves so much to the reader’s interpretation.
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And yet keeping one’s own council is another form of protecting one’s space. You ARE working, just not the way others might think. Let them think that…
Thought-provoking piece!
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