Free At Last

She is lonely.

She reached out.

She thought, I hold back too much, I’ll try to let someone in.

In they came, softly at first.

Insidious.

Smiles.

Promises.

Platitudes.

I won’t take advantage.

Don’t let me do anything to you that you don’t like.

I can take no for an answer.

I’m a big boy.

No.

No, she says.

I don’t like it. I don’t want this.

The disappointment, the sadness, like a forlorn child. Such a raging liar.

They couldn’t really take no for an answer, could they?

So, she runs.

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