A Fork in the Road

She breathed a long breath, finally free from the chains she’d been bound by. But where to go? She had come to a fork in the road. To go right or left, she didn’t know. She was free to choose, but which choice would prove true? Her heart pounded, her head hurt; the pressure of trying to do right ached in her soul.

So she sat in the middle of the fork in the road. She looked left, she looked right, her story untold. She believed that the answer would come in time, but for now she would wait, though her world was intertwined with another’s design.


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