82 words: Green Grass

She had once cursed time and distance for robbing her of her voice. If only’s and I would’ves, glitter on her tongue – magic words promising pretend things. And then time bowed to her. Distance relinquished power. She stood face to face with the things she swore to do. She propped herself next to wonder, feeling how big the world really is. Power made her sick with possibility so she did nothing. Cowering in the corner, she whispered wishes into the colour-sick walls.


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