She stood in the doorway, looking at the path in front of her, imagining the miles ahead, the tiring journey, the resources she’d need to reach her destination and what those resources would cost, the strangers she would meet on her way, and how reliant she’d be on their good will. She thought about how far point B was from point A, and the number of ways she could get lost.
She looked back at the room behind her. The chair she’d had to get out of.
She closed her eyes, and stepped outside.
David, this is so well written and so beautiful. I feel like this piece opened a door into your soul. I donβt know why I feel like this but I do. Bravo.
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Thank you, G. Your comment is very perceptive; I did indeed allow a large part of my interior world and how I experience life to flow into these words. Your kind words about the result touch me deeply. Thank you again.
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My pleasure, David. I really enjoyed reading the piece.
Have a lovely evening.
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