releasing the day’s thick coating of city life took more effort than her life reserves reflected. unlocking the front door, she laid down her purse and keys on a small table and searched for the cure. walking to her bedroom she changed into an old tattered shirt and sweats shucking her sheath for another day. heading to the living room she approached shelves of vinyl records and picked a favorite. silently scolding herself, why not something else?
ignoring the shadow of stolen star gazing she swayed to the sounds of aretha franklin and once again began discharging in a curtain of glittering scales. in the lightness of letting go the needle played round and round bringing relief from the reality of her current condition. playing the role of the pretender was no longer a pledge she wanted to perform.