Today's post is my entry into this week's 100 Word Challenge, hosted by Velvet Verbosity. The prompt was "corridor".
I am no longer that cute young thing of 22. Or even 32.
I am not yet that hunched over elderly woman with arthritic fingers.
Somewhere in between these is the land where I reside.
My body a corridor, bridging that gap between old and young.
Feeling some days closer to one or the other
but never really either.
To the left are younger days.
Left behind in a haze of working too hard at the wrong job.
Left behind in the stress of daily living.
On the right is my future.
Right there in front of me.
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