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The letters on the sheet in front of me swim and ripple into new configurations as I stare at them with stinging eyes. There is nothing here that means anything, nowhere I can insert the crowbar of my mind and twist.
I have not passed. The vehicle of my future will stall here.
But, until I walk out, neither have I failed. I occupy interstitial space, where nothing is decided.
I turn my gaze to the clock and will time to stop, will my mind to have this new power to make up for my failure in mathematics.
I turn my gaze to the clock and will time to stop, will my mind to have this new power to make up for my failure in mathematics.
Just… stop.
That's perfect! Says so much in so few words. Love it!
ReplyDeletep.s. GO TO BED!!!
ReplyDeleteYes Mum. Night Mum.
ReplyDeletep.p.s. Generation gap? Because to me a limbo pumpkin is all bent over backwards trying to get its big pumpkin belly under that pole...
ReplyDeleteNumbers can be a bit hard to get your head around...
ReplyDeleteHey, good to be in another Antimony challenge together!
ReplyDeleteI definitely like the math test as Limbo. All those nightmares about tests really are windows into hell.
I especially like the image of the "insert the crowbar of my mind and twist." Such a fun way to describe problem solving.
Reading this at school. I'm certain many of the students would find themselves in your story.
ReplyDeleteLove the imagery your words create.
When I hear limbo I think of the dance. I think a limbo pumpkin would fit Dee's description XD