This Friday marks the last week of Flash! Friday's second quarter, which makes it the last week for several months that my entry would be considered eligible in this contest. On the plus side, though, Rebekah just announced a mysterious "Dog Day" contest that will take place in July, with more details coming next week.
Meanwhile, here's this week's prompt, with the required element of patience:
Kaira focused on the air flowing through her sinuses, down her throat, into the cavern of her lungs, stretching the membrane against the inside of her ribcage.
“It’s not going to happen. Who knows what’s been in there!?”
Consciously, Kaira reversed the movement, emptying the bottom of her lungs, the center, the top, until her throat burned lightly with the need for oxygen.
“Kaira, tell them!”
She repeated the cycle: an influx of vibrant life; an ejection of all darkness, anger. Frustration.
“I’m not going to do it, and that’s that!”
Movement, images, sensations all blurred outside Kaira. The rhythm of the flow remained. Uninterrupted. Steady.
“It smells in there!”
Exhaling sharply, Kaira launched from her seat on the couch. “Oh, for crying out loud, Shana! Just put on the friggin’ mask so we can shoot the scene!”