Today’s post is again prompted by Charli Mills over at Carrot Ranch:
January 28, 2015 prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less) write a story about disorientation. A character could be lost in the maze of the mind or in a storm of unexpected traffic. What are the sounds? The sights? The smell? Explore the different ways confusion can be expressed and how it can create tension, provide relief or move a story forward.
It made me think of how my 6-year-old might have experienced a birthday party last weekend.
The air is dark, the music salty. Shoelaces glow; neon lights shine, but do not illuminate.
People huddle, but do not invite. People swarm everywhere, numerous as the chairs on wheels. The chairs are predictable. When moved, they slide. When spun, they turn. Spinning them with eyes closed blocks out the confusion of the bowling alley.
You carry an unwieldy sphere to the line, hold it between your spindly legs, and push it forward. Your muscles strain with the effort of coordination. Pins drop all around as your ball rolls to a stop in the middle of the lane.