In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “1984.”
I am locked in a room with my greatest fear
There is a large oval table. At the head of the table is the CEO of the company and I have to give a presentation on anything at all.
I open my mouth but the words that I know so well have gotten hooked on my Adam’s apple and simply will not come out of my mouth. While I am trying to loosen them up Linda Blair is in full make-up from the Exorcist and is taunting me.
Will I speak or will I just break out in a sweat and fall down in front of the entire board and start to exhibit signs of being possessed?
Thank God I opened my mouth turned my brain on automatic and the words just seem to flow out on their own until I seem to start gathering confidence and was even able to field questions with relative ease.
Once it was all done and there were no more questions and I could sit down I realized that I was totally out of breath from holding it. I breathed and sat down.
Based on a true story. 🙂