She notices the dress dancing in the wind, held back by nothing but its straps fasten to the pole, and feels a sudden urge to set if free.
For a moment, she imagines the dress flying away to unknown places where happiness is still possible.
Until she realizes it's just a flag of surrender - her flag - and doesn't want to look at it anymore.
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KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
Memento mori: A Collection of Very Short Stories and Prose Poems
Fiksi UmumAlways be a poet, even in prose. ― Charles Baudelaire