I used to shoplift out of necessity. Before my eventual capture, imprisonment, and retraining, I sometimes set off alarms before running very quickly.
Now, as then, I’ve a fear of security gates- those tall thin sentinels still make my heart race, send shivers through me and make me sweat. Even at the library, my books checked out and passed around, I still fear I’ll need to run, I still adopt a veneer of innocence.
These days, though, as I get older, I have the added fear that if I should set it off somehow, it’ll give me a heart attack.
Now, as then, I’ve a fear of security gates- those tall thin sentinels still make my heart race, send shivers through me and make me sweat. Even at the library, my books checked out and passed around, I still fear I’ll need to run, I still adopt a veneer of innocence.
These days, though, as I get older, I have the added fear that if I should set it off somehow, it’ll give me a heart attack.
Written for the Light and Shade Challenge from the following picture prompt:
Image courtesy of Wikipedia Commons, taken by AlejandroLinaresGarcia and shared under Creative Commons
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