Drawing the Line

caughtinthebrambles

Nov 29, 2020

1 min read

“No,” she said.

“No?” he asked.

“No.”

“But–”

“No ‘but.’” Her voice not breaking. “I won’t do it.”

“B–”

She shakes her head. She turns her back. Draws the line.

Outside, she smiles.

Inside, he smiles.

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