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The Stoplight (I)

In by Chris on July 20, 2010 at 12:34 am

Whew. Sheila got off work and headed outside to walk the twenty blocks home. Every day as she walked, free from her stultifying cubicle, she hoped to start living the life she remembered from her childhood. She wanted to be fascinated, to be heartbroken, to move her body, to figure things out. But it rarely came over her as she imagined it could.

The sun shone off each vibrant facet of the windowpanes and sunglasses around her. The afternoon still held such exuberance, if only she wasn’t so drained…

Her thoughts were gray and rhythmic, of spreadsheets and weekend activities.


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