Fear grew in her gut. She knew she didn’t fit in, knew yellow teeth belonged to her alone in this sea of pearly whites.
But when it came to ideas, there were more important factors than pretty packaging. Ideas were her currency.
She climbed the steps that led to the stage and stepped into the spotlight.
“Don’t smile, don’t smile.”
All eyes turned towards her. She counted the faces that winced: four men and three women. Those were only in the first few rows.
Then she began her speech. She watched as their expressions changed, like they always did, towards thoughtfulness.
That was it, she was flying.
Inspired by Fear [Micro Bookend] Flying.