Water drives down around me making the world shake. I am buffeted from all sides. In total isolation there is no-one to hear me scream. My hands are clammy with sweat as I slip backward into an eternity of fear.

It is impossible to overcome claustrophobia in the car wash.

Carol Argyris lives in the North of Scotland, has had poems and flash fiction published in various small press magazines and on-line sites. Her inspiration mostly arrives when sitting in cafés watching the world pass by.