the minute i see sheila surrounded by other actors,
i run towards the washroom, unable to control the tears, clenching my fingers in a tight fist.
i try to control the h y s t e r i c a l sobs.
i trip over my shoelaces many a times but continue towards the room that could comfort me in the confinements of its tangy embrace.
i hated sheila so, so much.
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unbridled [completed]
Short Storyu n b r i d l e d : ʌnˈbrʌɪd(ə)ld/ adjective uncontrolled ; unrestrained [ lowercase intended I completed I short story I thriller ] ©smokestung