I was mesmerized by the number of mirrors it took to cover the surface area. I began calculating in my head, when suddenly my arm was yanked forward by a woman wearing enough hair spray to suffocate the entire discotheque. Her smile was wide and gregarious and I counted the teeth exposed by her ruby red lips. She shouted something at me, leaning her head in a coy yet inviting manner. We stepped on the color-changing tiles and I estimated the surface area by counting the squares on the perimeter. The beat increased and my heart pumped faster to match. How many gallons of blood does my body circulate in a day? It was debilitating, the number of sights and sounds in this lone dark room. Too many thoughts exploded from my brain, and I began to shake...

Moments later, with the wail of the ambulance in the background and an oxygen mask over my face, my eyes peeled open to an incandescent bulb. It flickered in greeting, and I imagined the current running through. Several feet of tubing and blinking lights adorned the sides. I counted them all.


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TimSevenhuysen over 12 years ago

Really interesting character!

AdamLewis over 12 years ago

Liked how much and how little the story was told. Good thinker!

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Karen is an avid foodie/gamer/SFF reader who, despite existing for several years, has still not decided what she wants to be when she grows up.

Actually, Karen is an aspiring writer with a mysteriously irrelevant past. She spends her days laughing at the people still stuck in law school, ruminating over her engineering degree and coughing at the dust covering her collection of art supplies and musical instruments.

A Jill of all trades, yet master of none. Except for perhaps procrastination and awkward humor.

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