[Calann]: 135.Contest entries.FiveWordsMay

Five Words May 2007 round entry.
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The acrid smell of burnt sugar hung heavy in the air. Water, spilled from a glass, was running in rivulets to form a puddle on the wooden floor. The small stones laid down to dot the table were scattered every which way. Halfway out the door, she lay, head poorly pillowed against a scarf, hands gripping the carpet. She shook and spasmed, toes curled from the intense pain wracking through her body. She cursed the heavens, asking herself why the fancy modern gadget was never at hand when needed, lips twisting in an agonised grimace as she remembered that this time, it was resting just on the edge of the table barely a metre away. Hopelessly out of reach. There was nothing to be done but wait.