“The world is not made up of atoms; it’s made up of stories.” – Muriel Rukeyser
“A week? A whole damn week?” she complained.
That wasn’t what she had planned for. Then again, it wasn’t her who planned it in the first place. Rolling her eyes at the sudden, unpleasant thought, she walked slowly across the room, towards the window. Staring out absently, she wrapped her arms around herself, feeling the unease settling in.
“Ah, she talks! A week indeed,” Tomás nodded in agreement in the back.
Her new place was clean and cold – like a cell. You could feel like a queen if you lost your bad thoughts, she lied to herself. But you just had to make them known to everyone, didn’t you?
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