I Had To Be the Real Me
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This was a much longer story initially but it was for a contest and I noticed it had to be 150 words or less.
Trixie was a wild woman at six; she ran not only all over the neighborhood
She was undisciplined, a pirate, an Amazon woman, a leader among men.
I was intrigued, amazed, and in awe. She had the life I wanted.
I was envious as I watched from my socialized cell of dullness.
When we were twenty-seven, Trixie got murdered. Bam. Dead! Gone.
The night I heard about it, I thought “if they can murder Trixie, they can murder anybody.”
She had two little kids. I had two little kids. The only thing is, I had NEVER truly lived
and she had…..
The next day I decided to be the real me.
If they get me now, I resolved, at least I will have LIVED.
I began by laughing loudly, and enthusiastically began regaining my childhood self.
The one I had shoved into a dungeon years ago to please my mother.
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2021
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