Written for The Unicorn Challenge where we are
asked to get creative in 250 words or less using
the photo below as inspiration. This is my story.

The claustrophobia started gradually for four-year-old Phoebe.
She had climbed into the back of her father’s flatbed truck to investigate the crates of chickens ready for market. Phoebe went unnoticed as her father threw a tarp over the back and locked the tailgate. When her dad found her, she was curled up in a ball, crying pitifully.
Over time, Phoebe seemed to forget about the incident in the truck.
Years later Phoebe was accidentally locked in her bedroom closet when a gust of wind blew through the window and slammed the closet door closed. Her parents were out and her older siblings were watching television; her frantic cries for help went unnoticed. Exhausted, Phoebe fell asleep in the closet, her family unaware. Her mother found her the next morning, traumatized.
Incidents like that kept happening. Phoebe became obsessed with her surroundings and her parents sought professional help. After eight years in the hospital, Phoebe was declared “cured”.
She met Evan, a great guy, and they began dating. Life was good again for Phoebe. For her birthday, Evan and Phoebe planned to see her favorite band. She felt safe with Evan and was unafraid to ride public transportation.
The train was packed. During one stop, Evan was pushed out with a crowd of passengers; the doors closed before he could get back in. Phoebe panicked when the train started up. She lost it.
At the last stop, Phoebe was found in the corner – disheveled, mumbling, eyes wild in terror. She was finally noticed.
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250 Words

This is “Crazy Train” by Ozzy Osbourne
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Incident by incident, Phoebe’s trauma is being increased. No wonder she reacted so badly when the train incident happened. You’ve enabled us to follow along with her as she grows, by describing the separate incidents, and when the climax occurs, the story has so much more impact. I note your comments about the mental health podcast you listened to, and I agree that the world has a big problem. (Well, not just one 🫤.)
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Thank you so much, Margaret. I truly appreciate your in-depth comments. I think it’s important to build a story, one that (hopefully) grabs my readers’ attention and holds onto it. Sometimes I’m actually successful in doing that!
I’m delighted to know how much you got out of this story. Many of us focused our thoughts this week on mental health. The podcast I referenced gave a sobering statistic: 26.8% of adults in the United States, or roughly 60 million people, have some sort of mental illness. It is a big problem for sure.
Thank you, Margaret. I always enjoy reading your comments.
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Poor Phoebe. Space with no way out + aloneness = total panic
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Quite right! It’s interesting how many of this week’s stories have something to do with fear/panic/mental illness.
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Oh dear, poor Phoebe… but great story, Nancy.
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Thank you for your comments, Chris. Anxiety and panic attacks are dreadful. Mental health awareness is paramount in our society today. We can thank covid for the rise in anxiety; we’re all still dealing with the impact covid had on the world.
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ah! the single difference (or rather, inability to understand) between fear and anxiety.
good story that, unfortunately too many of us can identify with
interesting synchronicity-ette! Ozzy and the local in my ‘corn. (well, not so much a connexion as an overlap of playlist… i.e. ‘Mr. Crowley’)
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We can thank covid for a dramatic rise in anxiety cases. I wouldn’t even place fear and anxiety in the same boat.
Mr. Crowley 😎
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Well written. My son too is claustrophobic.
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When writing a story such as this, we always run the risk of coming into contact with someone who suffers from the same condition. All the very best to you and your son. Thank you, Lakshmi. Blessings always.
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awww poor girl.. well penned as these are stories that sadly happen, Nancy💕
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Very true, Cindy. Thank you. 🙏🏼
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You’re so very welcome❤️
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Poor Phoebe. Well told Nancy.
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Yes indeed. A tragic tale. Thanks so much, Di!
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sad…and scary to experience. well captured, Nancy 🤍
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Thank you much, Destiny. 🩶
What I find so heartbreaking is this really happens.
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some realities are sadly harsh, Nancy…
🤍
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So very true, Destiny ♡
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That’s a sore one, Nancy.
You convey well the fear and suffocation of claustrophobia.
The human mind is a strange and fragile place.
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Oh, Jenne. It certainly is!
If you read through the comments, you’ll see I was prompted by a recent podcast on mental health. I believe we all have ‘something’; most of us can deal with our fears and phobias while others are barely making it through the day.
It would be wonderful if the people of the world were kinder, gentler and more accepting .
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Still being on holiday, I haven’t had much time for writing, so my story this week doesn’t make a lot of sense, I fear. But it was meant to be about just that – someone dealing with mental illness by routine and rote behaviour. It’s a tough world.
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I’ll have to check it out!
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Oh, so sad! I’ve been separated from my friends like that in a strange city, and it can be scary even if you are not claustrophobic!
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It really is, D. As I told Willow, a new podcast about mental health influenced me to write this story.
I can’t handle crowds. They never bothered me when I was younger but now I get anxious in a crowded place. I’m sure the anxiety started after my knee surgery and I couldn’t walk too fast. When we were out I’d become afraid of getting caught up in the crowd and separated from my husband … or falling. My rock concert days are over!
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Since Covid, I just hate being in crowds, and everyone seems to have forgotten the basics again! Coughing. Hacking. No masks when people are sick, and there’s been a big uptake in Covid cases again around here.
Don’t get me started about crowded elevators..,
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I hear ya! My neighbor told me two people in her office came down with covid this week. I don’t understand how people can still be so lacking in common sense.
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Have yes that’s so true , I have a fear of escalators… Very awkward when you have to travel on the tube 💜💜
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Escalators can be frightening and dangerous, especially when first getting on. Watch your step! 🩶
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dont worry I will 💜💜
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A grim read, Nancy, maybe more so for those of us who are slightly claustrophobic.
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It is the bitter reality of a mental health disorder … a disease that does not discriminate. There are people hanging on by a slender thread. It’s very sad.
Thank you, CE.
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One step forward, another step back. A sorrowful story indeed.
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That’s the case with many mental health issues and those with chronic phobias. Thank you, Keith.
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Oh no, such a traumatic story
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It is, Sadje. Thanks for your comments.
Our mental health is as important as our physical health.
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Very true my friend
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Such a sad story 💜
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Yeah, tis. In hindsight I can say I was influenced by a podcast about mental health. There are countless phobias and varying degrees of each one. You may be totally unfazed by riding in an elevator while the person next to you is barely holding it together.
Thanks much for your comments 🩶
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