March 13, 2014 by petrujviljoen
Word count: 101
I don’t like this. There are no choices on this road. I don’t like that pink portway one little bit. A brand burnt into the psyche. No other colour on this road. … but there are! Remember …?
What’s this, putting one foot in front of another anyway? In spite of myself. It’s the training. The indoctrination. The obedience pounded in. Slow down. Slow down girl. Breathe, breathe dammit! You … can … stop … this … process.
Now turn your head away. There … Good! Focus. Breathe slowly, deeper … there … keep your head turned … and …
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