Write a brief bit of fiction using the prompt "sick."
Friday Fiction is your opportunity to write a short (short, short, short) story. Many participants use more than one minute for Friday Fiction prompts, and I open up the One-Minute Writing of the Day contest to entries of various lengths.
Click on the "Friday Fiction" tag beneath the post to see more examples of Friday Fiction writings.One-Minute Writing of the Day:Writer: ChinaI had been told that on the in-country flights in China the pilots were military trained. I still was not prepared for such a rough flight. It felt more like being on a roller coaster going up and swooping down, going up and swooping down...
The plane was small and full, mostly with Chinese business men in dark Western suits sitting silently. Sharon was excited and chatting away. The flight conditions didn't phase her in the least. I tried to keep looking forward or out the window to minimize my airsickness, but I felt compelled to glance at Sharon now and then as she talked to me.
The familiar cold/hot prickles started and I knew I was in trouble. I pressed the back of my head against the seat and stared forward over the rows of dark heads, willing my inner ear to stop fighting the contradictory visual input and for the dizzy nauseau to go away. Instead, the prickly feelings intensified and the lurch of my stomach made me swallow hard. Finally I had to interrupt Sharon midsentence -
"I'm sorry, you may want to turn away, I'm going to be sick."
I grabbed that little bag out of the seat pocket and put my face into it just in time. I was quick and quiet about it,but when I looked up, Sharon had changed seats.
Oh well, she may be grossed out and I may be absolutely miserable, but when I meet my little daughter and can finally take her home, this will all be forgotten.
Congratulations on another win, China! I'd like to read more of this story!