It grasped my throat and bound my hands with everlasting strength. I tugged and pulled – then waited. It’s 3’s and 12’s, cross multiplication and divisions choked out my last word. My brain was throbbing. My hands were shaking. But I said it. Calculator. And it’s face twisted into something sinister as it’s arms rose up and slammed down a new lesson. No more. I breathed, before those letters tried to pry my doubtful eyes with Pythagorean theorem open. I had nothing left to do but laugh, a crazed, painful laugh.
Math. A writers worst fear.
Written by Alecia Writes