She seemed to float across the floor. Thin, tall, with a sharp face. Reaching his desk, she slammed the paper down. He skimmed it. A sarcastic chuckle accompanied his statement of disbelief. She just stared, unabashed. I barely caught the ghosts of self-doubt and insecurity. She had bottled those up, not allowing the weakness to show, not today.
"You'll be ruined by this!" He started.
"Then let me be ruined." She cut in.
Heads followed her out of the room, too stunned and scared to cheer. Internally she made us all feel like a victor. She had sparked a flame.
About the Creator
Maili Paul
I'm autistic. I'm differently abled. I'm a mom of 4 boys and 1 girl. I'm work from home. I'm happily married. I like blue and yellow, particularly together.
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