Wednesday, May 6, 2009

this is what it feels like

she stood there on the threshold
holding open the screen door
contemplating the consequences should she
defy her mother's edict to
"put your shoes on before you go outside!"
the sensation of bare feet on
weathered porch boards warmed by the sun
sealed her fate
this is what it feels like
to know my own mind, she thought
as the screen door slammed behind her

1 comment:

rwellsrwells said...

Stacy, what a good story, and well told. I could see/feel it. Well done.

Richard Wells