Very poignant Elsha, but very beautiful. There’s no malice, no hate, no grudge to be had in the narrator’s voice. I know I myself wouldn’t bend that easily, but I admire this narrator’s passive resistance, and his peaceful surrender (even though surrender’s not quite the right word here, because in a sense (s)he really hasn’t given up).
That was dark, dark, dark but with a valiant overtone to it. It reminds me of the end of ‘A Tale of Two Cities’. A spin off of Kevin’s piece about the burlap sacks and BCGs?