The Rainbow Maker's Tale
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On and on, round and round. And round. Question after question. No rest. No peace. No respite. My head was spinning giddy and all the words began to overlap with one another until I believed that I might actually be going crazy.
“Stop talking, stop asking me!” I cried out.
It didn’t help. The questions still came and as I bit down hard on my bottom lip, I realised I was talking. Words were pouring out of my mouth, even though I wasn’t thinking about them and couldn’t concentrate enough to understand what I was actually saying. I tried to stop, clamping my bound hands across my mouth, terrified that I was really voicing my thoughts, terrified of what I might give way.
Think of something else. Think of nothing. Think of nothing at all.
I began repeating these words over and over in my head to block out the other voices. Hundreds and thousands of times I said them, until finally my mind closed down and the world stopped spinning.