Short story, 150+ words, prompt is this. "As the crimson bloomed on marble tiles, I felt my stomach lurch. I was shaking. I was sweating. This was true fear now, this heartbeat that threatened to make my arteries burst, this dizzy uncertainty. I had to do something, but I couldn't remember what."
Have fun with it! As with all my other short story rounds, the best story wins!

Read the passage from a raisin in the sun. [lindner: ] but you've got to admit that a man, right or wrong, has the right to want to have the neighborhood he lives in a certain kind of way. and at the moment the overwhelming majority of our people out there feel that people get along better, take more of a common interest in the life of the community, when they share a common background. which words best describe lindner's tone, based on his use of the phrase "in a certain kind of way”? disdainful and demeaning confused and indecisive warm and welcoming surprised and amazed