• caughtinthebrambles

Drawing the Line

“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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