#301 ~ One Hundred Words and a Photo: 21


So I was walking, trailing, scudding my ripped soled shoes along the gravel path. I couldn’t bring my eyes any higher – the lush green of those bushes was repugnant. It was so lush, bursting through the black wire fences like gangrene hands tearing at their wire jails, screaming “let me out!” I wanted to get out, I was in no shape to be rescuer, my own captive in this winding, writhing beige path of gravel. I was faintly aware, beyond the bushes on the other side, were hints of another exit…but that path was also well-travelled. Revolution? Retribution…

Copyright: Victoria. O

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