100 Words: Far-Fetched

They said she was ridiculous, to believe in the thing she believed in. They said men like that, with fire in their eyes, fire in their hands — they didn’t exist.

They said she didn’t exist.

She knew they were wrong.

She knew she belonged to someone special.

She knew she finally belonged.

She knew she was more than herself — even blinded. Even paralyzed.

Maybe I’m only a brain in a jar, she thought to herself, more than once.

Maybe I’m only a thought.

Only a singular thought.

All the same, she promised herself, she promised him. I will find you.

About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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