My latest assignment;
Write a story in which relief is clouded by guilt.
... no problem, I've got a million of them.
Perhaps I shouldn't admit to it, but almost my entire youth was a enshrouded with the surly suffocation of guilt. Nothing major, just saying no - to absolutely anything was enough to suck the air out of my lungs and uncork the dam - some days. Still time and age has allowed the cloud to dissipate somewhat. It's a relief, which of course I still feel slightly guilty about.
... incidentally, the photo is supposed to represent the enshrouding guilt? Sorry, it was the best I could come up with!
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