Thursday, November 3, 2011

she had a commanding walk.

heel to toe, heel to toe, it’s what they taught her at sixteen in marching band.  who knew that it would become a habit, a signature of her own character.  
character.  

often, she felt like no more than a character in a fictional small town drama.  in her head the scene was set, the soundtrack queued.  and there she was, walking down the street at midnight with black boots and longing. 

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