In the in-between

The drift, whose central defect is the rigidity in floating past. The arrest fails to enlighten her; she prefers the pain of deference.

The current problem, which she’s good at, is deciding when to titillate the online crowds. All marketers are liars, and the right pen and chair provide just enough comfort to fade in—to grasp things fleetingly. The majority of the time, she rebelled. The surface disappeared as she conducted a flair for wild adaptations.

The opposites drove her repeatedly. The edges emboldened her creativity even as she sat on her hands in a defensive overload of thought. She absorbed the unknown qualities and trusted them.