She was bored. Her notebook filled with doodles: a flower with improbable petals, then a dot with a circle around it. She added another circle, and another, and more; expanding circles, looking increasingly like a stump of a gnarled old tree. The meeting ended. She knew they would fire her. She’d be free at last.
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4 comments:
Poor baby. Guess this wasn't a job for her if she feels this action would free her.
Nothing worse than going to a job you hate doing.
Hmmmm poor thing. I hope her next job holds her interest a little bit more! Great 55 my friend :)
Freedom from a job can be good. Freedom from the paycheck seldom is.
You wrote this so well I could picture the tree stump -- and the circles of the never ending trap. The depth of your pose always awes me.
lady - some decisions, even if shocking, can be liberating
thom - who knows... maybe this one made her future decisions worthwhile...
quilly - yes, there is definitely a point in this.
show, don't tell is a very useful rule, essential for haiku and it works for any kind of prose
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