Fiction. Would You Turn the Page?

4 May



She woke with a start, her life was racing along without her. She would soon be 60 and then dead. Actually, she would be 40 and had no health problems to speak of, but she constantly thought of days as years, as that was how time was appearing to unravel: like a giant spool of ribbon someone threw down a flight of stairs, while holding one end. She wondered when she became a participant in her life instead of the driving force behind it. And so she vowed, as she stared down death only decades away, that she would finally make something of herself. Even if no one else would ever see it.


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