Freedom is an Illusion

What a pretense: freedom. Even locked in a cell, Vivian had grasped the reality of those who weren’t. There were just too many people in the world for freedom to truly exist. She’d observed the evidence of it while smoking with the hookers. The way people rushed around, animated by their obligations to someone else, like puppets on invisible strings. They were all imprisoned by others’ expectations and desires; their loyalty used against them for another’s gain.

– excerpt from Irreparable ©2022 A.C. Melody