A sense of self – for MLM’s Menagerie

I remember being left behind, because they were always doing that. Turning back and giggling, faces close, dressed the same, as if they had some codeword.

Maybe they did.

I sometimes tried to follow them, but they would run ahead, until all I could hear was their laughter. Then I’d pretend I’d just gone into the woods to gather berries, or leaves. I’d pretend I didn’t care.

I pretended so hard, for so long, that I lost track of what I cared about. I was like a locked book, key lost in the forest.

A quick flash of fiction for a wet Sunday and Mindlovemisery…

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One thought on “A sense of self – for MLM’s Menagerie

  1. thank you for playing the prompt this week 🙂

    I really like how you’ve interpreted this collage. The ending, the idea of pretending not to care, that sense of numbing down, is so powerful. I think this is a simple yet complex piece, and the conclusion is so telling.

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