Fiction Friday: Phobias

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This Week's Theme: An Unusual Phobia Danny's heart was pounding as he drove away. He couldn't understand how they could live like that. It was dirty. It was disease ridden. It wasn't a way that human beings should live. He skidded around a corner as he made the last turn taking him home. He had had hope that she would be the one, but now his only relief was that he had seen the squalor she lived in before he had commited himself. It had been a great night. Sandra and himself had hit it off so well a few weeks ago and she had finally asked him to come over her apartment. When he got there she was dressed in a shimmering white dress and her house smelled pleasantly like almonds and vanilla. She had prepared an outstanding meal and likely spent all day in the kitchen. It was obvious that she really wanted to impress Danny. It was working. He felt bad for dressing casually and guilty that the wine he brought was something middle quality from South America. She said it was OK and told him she would forgive anything if he would look past that she didn't own china or a serving set. The salad dressing was homemade and in an old wine caraff. The flatware didn't exectly match and the margarine for the rolls was in its flimsy brightly lettered plastic tub. Danny forgave everything and they sat down and ate their salads. The conversation was light and fun. They were both laughing. She started to plate the dinner when he grabbed a homemade dinner roll and lifted the lid to the margarine. His heart started pounding and he lost the trail of the conversation. Danny didn't remember much. He made some excuse about having to pick up butter and rushed out. The image of the bread crumbs embedded in the Margarine was welded accross his mind's eye. Danny had seen such careless dirty habits kill his father. He still remembers when he was five his father clutching his chest and grabbing the table cloth. The old Margarine tub rolling accross the floor towards Danny. It's contents embedded with bread crumbs as his father lay wheezing and gasping for help in front of Danny's eyes. This weeks theme was unusual. I had a tough time deciding on a phobia.
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