Próza - Povídky & Drabbles
Pozn. autorky: Inspirováno songem Chicago od Sufjana Stevense. Kupodivu jsem tohle napsala pár dnů před odjezdem do Chicaga.
I sat on the beach, watching the wind draw ripples across the endless blues of the Lake. I sat listening to the cries of the gulls, their white wings beating against the torrents of wind. I sat with my eyes closed, sun soaking my skin, and felt the life of the Windy City pulse like a giant heart.
The mistakes we made, the boundaries we crossed, the tears we shed, blinded by fear and bound by what they expected of us – none of them mattered when I reached out and took your hand in mine. I finally found it. Freedom.