prompt: oscillation

Too many people crowded together in the small room. They bumped into each other, clamouring to reach the front, oblivious to the elbows jabbing into their ribs. Everyone jostled people out of their way only to have a new body appear in front of them. Each person was blind to the identity of their neighbours, set intently on their goal of reaching the small door on the far wall. The only relief from the sweat and tacky heat of a stranger's skin was a small oscillating fan sitting in the corner. Nobody took notice, only pushed hard to get to their goal. The small fan's whirring and clacking echoed off the ceiling and bare walls, overpowered only by the shuffling of feet and the small sound of skin on skin.