Friday, 14 April 2023

Autobiography Ad Infinitum

 

Day Fourteen





I walk down the street

There is a deep hole in the sidewalk

I fall in

I hit something. A woman.

"Sorry," I say

"It's not your fault," she mumbles.


She's embarrassed; she fell in the hole yesterday

And she's jammed in there real good.





A destruction of Autobiography in Five Short Chapters by Portia Nelson

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