Today I’m using the Writer’s Digest prompt for Day 23: write a fear poem.
Recurring Nightmare by ARHuelsenbeck I look for my purse and I realize I left it in a store. I retrace my steps and of course it’s not there. My heart pounds. I think of the money and credit cards and identification and keys in my purse and how hard it will be to safeguard or replace them. Crap. I look for someone to help me. Did anyone turn in a lost purse? The store employee is no help at all. I want to go to the bank to cancel my credit cards but I can’t drive there because my keys are in my purse. I want to call someone to come get me but I can’t because my phone is in my purse. What’s the matter with me? Why did I put my purse down? Idiot! I start walking, but why? I’m miles away from home. Too far to walk. What do I do now? Terror rises in my throat. I just know someone somewhere is happily maxing out my credit cards. I walk in circles as my panic escalates. I talk to myself and sob. This is a disaster.
ARHtistic License 
Terrible feeling!
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My neighbor recently was running errands in her husband’s new car, a Tesla. She accidentally locked everything in the car while going to the post office (which is 12 miles away from home). She was able to borrow a phone from another customer, but then realized she doesn’t know anybody’s phone number, except her husband’s, because they are all just programmed into her phone!
She got a hold of him, even though he was boarding a plane, and usually doesn’t answer strange phone numbers, and he was able to unlock it remotely. But it was a good lesson to me to print out some phone numbers and keep them with me too!
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Hahahahaha! Oh, was it rude of me to laugh at your neighbor’s pain? I apologize! But it’s great that her husband answered, and that there is the technology to unlock the car remotely. Amazing!
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