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FLASH FICTION PROMPT
Hoops.
Why do they always make me jump through hoops?
Why do you?
Is there some perverse pleasure you derive from seeing my world be ripped apart to nothing?
Do you cherish the expressions on my face when I am brought to my knees, broken and destroyed for your sake?
Why, oh why must you torture me this way?
Is not my love enough?
Must I always jump through these hoops?
You will push me soon, my dearest one. I fear and long for that day. I fear that you will push me and I will push back. I long for the freedom–the freedom that will come, afterward.
(c) Sara Harricharan