Tightrope

She remained upright and steady, peering left and right at what ifs. What a wobble it would be if she were to see the pleasure of what if and what could be. She chose forward with intention, staring forth at the woman she wanted to see, one foot in front of possibility; a slip of the toe, the pinky probably, would be the end of the show, her opportunity.

Balance

 

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