Vulnerable

I wonder why she confides in him.

He listens to her, then disconnects and dials his buddies. They are guffawing over a secret or deriding her obstinacy.

Did she hope he would convey her message to the concerned people? If he did, it would be tinged, or rather, coloured, with his opinions, not her perspective.

Everyone needs an outlet …  I hear her quivering voice on the phone, and I envision tears flowing down her rosy cheeks.

“Start writing a journal of thoughts. Don’t trust people who are full of their opinions—channel vulnerability into creative arts.“

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Weekend Writing Prompt #415