Friday Word: Fear

She stared at the creature in front of her. She realized she was rooted to the spot unable to move and simply staring into its eyes without blinking. It was reciprocating with a similar stare, as if playing bluff to see who moved first. A thousand thoughts raced through her head, can they smell fear? Was she close enough for it to smell her fear? She mentally reprimanded herself for drifting off topic instead of deciding how to approach the creature in front of her.

She was scared, that was for sure, petrified perhaps for the first time in her life. She should have known better then taking a walk in the dark in these parts which was the creature’s favorite haunt. She let out a sigh and shut her eyes for a brief instant before jolting them open. It was gone. She jumped up in lightening and went around in circles wondering if it was sneaking up from behind her. No, not behind her, suddenly she was going in more circles trying to see if it was exactly behind her and moving with her. No that wasn’t it either. She looked up before chiding herself, its not like the creature could fly or even climb trees. What was she thinking? She quickly consoled herself, fear makes a person go crazy, she was simply having a few irrational thoughts, it was allowed.

She turned around to spot a clear path between her and the house, quickly calculated the distance and the time it would take. She took a deep breath and decided it was time to make a run for it, and so she did. She ran like she hadn’t run in years. She ran like her life depended on it and it probably did, lest the creature apprehend her again.

She heard a faint noise and turned just in time to see the creature gaining on her. His determined set of eyes instilled greater fear in her and she was suddenly afraid she wasn’t going to make it. She stumbled and fell and began mentally praying to God to forgive her for all her sins, asking for a chance to confess all her minor glibs to her parents etc when she heard a voice.

“Dew, stop, DEW!!”

She opened one eye hoping against hope, and saw the creature stopped merely inches away from her.

“Dew SIT”

It sat huffing and puffing, and then ambled towards her, causing her to squirm and began praying again. It licked her face. Now most would think a dog is showering the person with affection when it licks your face, she was one of those few who knew it was merely expressing regret at being unable bite and taste the person so was settling for a lick instead.

“Honestly, girl its only a dog. A pint sized dog at that, how can it possible scare you?”

She shrugged, mentally thanking her stars and guardian angels and everyone else in a speech that would possibly rival the longest of award function speeches for saving her that day and followed her savior into the house. She also conveniently agreed that since she had been given more time to live she should set right the minor glibs instead of confessing to them. That having been sorted, she happily followed her savior into the house