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Amber Trudeau
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Stories (14/0)
The late present
The stillness of the air made it feel as though she was suffocating. The southern summers were stifling, hot, heavy with humidity and almost always motionless unless there was a storm approaching. She reminded herself that it was just a panic attack and focused on her breathing. Her hand on her heart she forced her thoughts to follow the rise and fall of her chest. The sun had just begun to set and was casting sideways shadows she swore were swaying as she sat looking out from her balcony. Fighting the urge to cry had created a knot in her throat that was working its way up and out. Despite all her efforts every other breath was broken by her scattered mind and aching heart. She knew she’d have to let the tears come and allow herself a moment to be weak and weary. What she didn’t know was why her body seemed to still be fighting it so hard. If she could just get her breath right it would relax her enough to release all the angst. A call came through today adding another unexpected challenge after a year of hurdles. The stress was becoming overwhelming to her.
By Amber Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction
The Election
I straightened my tie while clearing my throat. Letting my fingers run along the chain beneath my freshly pressed shirt I took a deep breath. I was still in disbelief. Never would I have thought that I would be a presidential candidate waiting to give his final speech the night before election day. I took another deep breath and almost reached for the chain again but was called to my left by Sydney. "Hey man are you all right? You look a little pale. You go on in about 5 minutes. Is your speech ready?" I could tell he was just as nervous as I. "Sid bro relax, I'm ok. It will be ok." I spoke slow and reassuringly "Yes we want me to win of course. But if I lose is it really the end of the world?" We both laughed awkwardly, he a little longer than I. "Man Izzy you have some dark humor." He shook his head " Glad to see you haven't lost that to all the pain and stress of this passed year." Sidney had been my best friend since I was six and my mom made me join the youth groups. Both of our fathers had passed away within weeks of each other. It was always in waves like that, large groups of people all at once. With each part per million that the CO2 rose large numbers of adults would perish from carbon dioxide poisoning. The youth groups were created as a form of mass grief counseling and a way for that children to have a small sense of normalcy. Sid was the only kid from the youth groups that would talk to me since I was from the labs and everyone hated the Scientific Party. When I was nominated he was the only person I could think of to have by my side as my campaign manager. We had been through the worst of everything together and I knew together we could make the best of anything. Even the end of the world.
By Amber Trudeau3 years ago in Fiction