600 seconds at lunch - The Prisoner Within

I feel so alone in this hellish city. Yes, I have money from writing my books, I know. Maybe I should be grateful I have that all things considered. Count your blessings my mother used to say. It is so difficult to do that. The world is a hostile place for a woman like me. If I were married, raising children and living a lie I would be accepted. They would invite me to their dinners and afternoon teas in the garden. Perhaps even stop to chat or say hello. Instead, they talk so disparagingly about me. It is 1947 our men fought a war so we could all be free to be. I can never be free. I am a prisoner of my sexuality.

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