Today’s task was to talk of fears, in a style distinct from my own. So in taking a break from my seemingly endless sentences I have crammed ten full stops into just fifty three words…
My blood had chilled. It was flowing around my body in an icy haze. He was taunting me. I was petrified.
He could read every sign. Of course he could. You don’t miss much with eight eyes.
I was minding my own business. He invaded my peripheral. Now we were at a standoff.