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Whirl

September 28, 2009

She compelled herself to sit alone in the dark awhile afterward, the city lights twinkling outside her window, reminding her of the people doing their evening business. She forced herself to keep her hands still at her sides.

The whirl in her head frightened her more than ever, its perpetual motion grazing the inside of her skull. Would you recognize the right thing if you saw it? the voices whispered. If you did, wouldn’t you just run away?

Night is halcyon and lingering, and she vowed to sit, eyes on those lights, as long as it took.

2 comments

  1. This took my breath away.


  2. Rosie, thank you so much.



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