The countdown was over and another one had started in my head. My body was squeezed and twisted; bottom half facing forward, torso turned sideways. I was part of a crowd. A thousand bodies morphed into one; no space, no air.
My friends were scattered. I was praying they had sobered up by then, begging the Heavens to make them realise that it was all a joke – a drunken bet – not to be acted upon, ever.
But there was a cry; loud, despite the fireworks.
Bodies pressed, panicked. Please think, there’s no fire!
A thoughtless, merciless stampede had begun.
This story is inspired by the Photo Prompt challenge given by FRIDAY FICTIONEERS: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end.
The first part of this little story is actually non-fiction. I actually started this year in the middle of a crowd admiring a fireworks show. I also had one leg hoisted up in the air because I was caught mid-step and had no space where to land my foot back down again! The midnight fireworks were beautiful but I could not see the show on the main stage; the crowd was so thick I couldn’t get past the street corner into the square were the national celebrations were being held; thank goodness the fireworks are usually so high, or I wouldn’t have seen them either.
So I started 2013 on one leg, pressed against other bodies in a back end side-street, and thinking; “Oh my God! How the hell am I gonna get out of here if something happens!” But all ended peacefully and safely and also gave me an idea for this challenge: All is well that ends well, right?