Five-Hundred Word Challenge 634: The Timer Starts

So the timer starts and I await for the moment to strike which just so happens to be when the timer starts. Need tor ace through it all. Need to work out as to how my fingers are gliding over the very object that they need to interact with so in order to be able to claim it as mine.

I shift my position and find a way to get more comfortable. Comfort is important. While too much discomfort can be tolerated, this is not an operation that discomfort can be allowed. There must be more comfort sot hat there are less chances of distractions. The muscles in the hands need to be manipulated in a certain way and this requires the utmost concentration. Lose the concentration, lose the prize. That simple.

Need to keep on working. Need to be careful. Keep on going. Bend the fingers. stretch and elongate. Lower. Lower. Reach for the prize, bend the fingers. Wrap around the prize and lift and carry away. Hopefully get out alive. That is the way to do it all. There’s far too much at stake to make any mistakes, so comfort is a priority. Need to not think about it too much, however. Thinking too much about it serves as another distraction. Need to find that sweet, special balance. Once found, all good. All easy. Need to be in the moment. Always need to be in the moment.

Once in the moment, need to send the fingers gliding toward the object of desire. The timer keeps on ticking away. I does that. There’s little time left. There needs to be the continuing of on. Need to not sweat. Need to not think about the chances of sweating. Need not a single drop of moisture to fall on down. Could trigger everything that needs not triggering.

The prize is within the grasp of the hands. The muscle manipulation has gone well. Well, it’s gone as well as could be expected. Need to bring the object up and away from its cradle. Need to keep on moving it in a constant way so as to make sure that it does not reach a state of being fumbled.

Slowly, slowly, successful. Up and off. Approaching the exit. It seems as though this is a clear break. A lucky break. Thankfully the exit is near and so my escape is unimpeded, but something seems off, and so it should. Still, I should at least see as to how far I can get. Perhaps I will make it the whole way and the feeling is merely nothing other than the concern that there was no real success.

But of course that concern is a real sense and proves to be correct, and so not having the time to put the object back all I can do is drop it and take off, for whilst it is required and desired, the prevention of capture always remains the biggest priority. There will be another time. Hopefully.

The time it took to write five-hundred words: 06:01:99

I think I almost captured a sense of tension with this one.

Written at home.

About Stupidity Hole

I'm some guy that does stuff. Hoping to one day fill the internet with enough insane ramblings to impress a cannibal rat ship. I do more than I probably should. I have a page called MS Paint Masterpieces that you may be interested in checking out. I also co-run Culture Eater, an online zine for covering the arts among other things. We're on Patreon!
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