Drabble: Numb by Samantha Lienhard

by specklit

When I woke up, my arm was asleep. Fantastic. I tried to wriggle my fingers with little success. I got up. My arm dropped against me like dead weight. My skin crawled at the sensation. I tried to rub life into it and flex my fingers. Neither worked.

I headed downstairs. When I reached the kitchen, my good arm tingled and went cold. It dropped to my side, as limp as the other one.

A chill ran through my entire body. My legs became nothing. I dropped like a fallen tree.
From the other side of the room, something laughed.

Author’s Note: The feeling when your arm is numb is really creepy, so I turned it into a story.


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