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Louisa; pale and skinny, barefoot and beetle-browed. Feared, revered, in equal measure.

Treading narrow thoroughfares, dark, dull and dreary; discarding yellow notes, autumnal bursts of colour against grey facades of ill portent.

Louisa was gifted, to whispering bystanders: cursed.

Her conspiring family unsympathetic, gathered, intervened, a flesh wall of caring, a familial open palm slapping her face: a judgemental kindness.

She begged, pleaded, warned, foretold. Reviled and disdained, at their request: incarcerated.

A smile crept, as coldly calculating as a flight attendant’s. Relinquishing her hold on reality, she gave herself to them, willingly.

A yellow note marked her acquiescence.

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    Neville Hunt almost 7 years ago

    Terrific writing. I'm still trying to understand it though...which means I'm reading it over and over again :-) I'll get there eventually.

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    Alex Munro almost 7 years ago

    Thanks for the kind words Neville. It was based on a photo prompt from 100 words website. The image was a post it on a door. Louisa essentially marks incursion points for dimensional invaders with post its, but no one listens, so she lets them take her. It's an 'if you can't beat them, join them' message. :-)

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    D.M. almost 7 years ago

    interesting story idea from a post it

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