Mid-Week Flash Challenge - Week 318

This week's new picture prompt was taken by photographer Dec_Des, they specialise in abandoned urban buildings. Their own account Instagram is locked, but manage Abandoned Addiction where they share pictures from other photographers. However, when asked about this picture they confirmed that the image was real and from an abandoned button factory in Athens, Greece. They said, that the photograph wasn't staged, and that the buttons were "all over the top floor in plastic bags decayed and opened with that result and all over the stairs."

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Koumpouno

Silvia stood frozenat the top of the stairs. Oh my god! Who had done this?! Someone that knew,that’s who!

She could feel her heart racing and sweatbreak out on her palms as her trembling fingers gripped the banister while shepeered over the edge to see every stair covered in buttons; thousands of themin all different shapes and sizes, and a kaleidoscope of colour trailing downthe two flights.

Her mind raced trying to identify who shehad told about her phobia; it wasn’t something she usually did, there weren’tmany that knew. Most people would cross examine her or tease her or thentrigger her by waving them in her face. She hated it.

No, Silvia had kept it to herself foryears, so how had it come about that not only did someone know, but they hadbroken into her house and done this? What kind of lunatic would?

Silvia needed to get down the stairs –something the person that had done this obviously knew. She shuffled forwardand pushed some of the buttons along in front of her causing them to toppleover each other, some going over the edge of the stairwell and hitting others,causing a cascade.

Silvia took deep breaths. She could dothis. They were only bits of plastic with holes in them. She didn’t have totouch them; she didn’t have to feel their slimy texture or funny ridges, andthey wouldn’t be coming anywhere near her face!

She reached the edge of the first step,disrupting a pile there, causing them to trickle over it, the sound of thembouncing down the stairs as one hit another like an avalanche putting her teethon edge.

She lifted her foot and knew she had to putit down on the button-covered first step. She shoved her foot forward,dislodging more of them but at least making room for her feet. She clenched herteeth and took in rapid breaths through her nose as she told herself to keepmoving. If she stopped she might not be able to get started again.

Silva kept this mindset as she took eachstep, encouraging herself and calming herself, until she got into a rhythm. Sherelaxed at the first floor landing. She could shuffle forward pushing throughthem, rather than having to feel them under her feet. She felt stronger on thenext flight down, and was so focused on her mental coaching she didn’t see thefigure standing at the bottom until she took the final step and they startedclapping.

The sound startled her, making her cry out.For a moment Silvia forgot about her fear of the buttons even though they were scatteredall over the floor down here too.

And there he was, Nigel, standing there,looking all smug.

Why didn’t she think of him? They’d spokenabout it recently too; how had she forgotten that? Maybe because she liked him– a lot, so much she’d given him a key, just last week. And maybe because he’dbeen sympathetic, and their new relationship was still growing and her heartwarming to him. But that warmth now turned to fire as she became overwhelmedwith anger and hurt.

“How could you! And why would you?”

He stopped clapping, a surprised expressionwiping the grin off his face.

“The best way to overcome a phobia is toconfront it.”

“You know nothing about my phobia! You knownothing about how it affects me, or what it was caused by! You have no ideawhat emotional trauma you are triggering and wounds you are opening! You barelyknow me!”

“But … but … I thought, you know, becauseyou told me and … you gave me a key … that we weren’t strangers anymore.”

“And that would make it okay for you tothink you could heal me by putting me through something as horrific as this?And not just all the buttons, but that you snuck into my house and laid thisfor me like a trap! I think you need to leave now, Nigel, and leave my keytoo.”

“But, Silvia, baby, I’m sorry.”

He endeavoured to reach out to her, but shetook a sudden step back, feeling the buttons under her heel as she did so,making her cringe.

“Go now! I’m not interested in sorry.You’ve shown me your true colours. I don’t want to know. Go!”

Nigel’s mouth opened and closed a fewtimes, but he did as she asked, handing her the key and silently left.

Silvia waited for the front door to close completely,then she made her way through the hallway, the buttons thinning out anddissipating completely by the time she reached the kitchen.

She filled the kettle as though onautopilot, and switched it on, standing there motionless while it began toboil. And then she burst into tears, her sobs coming hard and fast, her handson her mouth to try and stifle the sound.

The relief of getting down the stairs, andunexpected break up with Nigel – and the thought of having to clean up allthose buttons was too much for her, and she sat on the kitchen floor and let itconsume her.

But once the flood of tears was over andshe caught her breath once more, she realised one thing: he’d been right;confronting all those buttons had made her face it, and although she wouldnever like them, they no longer held such fear.

In fact, as she spotted one by her hand, shepicked it up – she could even touch them now. She still hated their slipperyfeel, her nose flaring with revulsion, but she didn’t shake or sweat with fear. She might not be able to forgive the sneaky, back-handed way of doing it, but he’d gone and bloody cured her!