The crowd surrounded me. I could see heads bobbing up and down on the wave of humanity. Heads covered with a variety of colours, all looking forward to the man speaking on the stage. A roar of approval surrounded me at the words that were spoken. I needed to move away from this: from the warmth of their bodies pressing into mine, from the sense of fear that I felt invading me. I should never have come. And yet, as always, my curiosity got the better of me. I had to know, to find out, to see whether the whisperings about this man and his words were correct.
I began to move through the crowd, feeling my way towards the back. Pushing. Moving slowly. Jostled and ignored. Another roar surrounded me, filling my ears with their approval. My heart started to pound, my instinct telling me that I had to get out of there before it was to late. I looked to the end of the crowd in despair. So near and yet too far. The mass moved forward, squeezing me even more intimately into the crush. I began to move against it, forgetting politeness. I let my sense of desperation take over.
I had to get out of there before it was too late.
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2014
(This post was a response to the Five Minute Friday prompt: Crowd)