britewordworm

January 27, 2016

Word Fifty-Nine: No Way Out

With one comment on my photography post, he started talking to me. I never met him- yet- but, he had managed to slip into my life, and I didn’t mind. He swore I had met him, but his initial impression must not have been all that impressive.

He somehow crept even more into my life. He had opinions, and he “cared”. He told me his opinions of others, and I listened. He was older, wiser…he obviously didn’t want me to fall like they did.

More and more, his opinions turned into facts, and became rules.

Because, afterall, he “cared”.

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