October 10, 2012

She dipped her hand in and out of the current of air outside the window as they drove, feeling it push against her palm, against her forearm, against her elbow. She had spent so long working against the resistance of others that this slight pressure felt like freedom in her palm.

She had not expected this moment of escape, but seized it when it arrived. Sometimes the only right answer is go, now, go, right now. Even above the noise of the wind through the open window, she heard doors, far behind her, slam shut.

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