Damsel

“I am not a damsel!” She shouted before coughing painfully into the crook of her elbow.

“Are you sure you don’t want any help?” He offered her a box of tissues.

She shoved them away and staggered to her feet. “I’ll be fine.”

He looked at her skeptically.

“I’m good.” She insisted holding onto the wall.

He stayed close to her, trying to help her in spite of her rejection.

She limped away holding onto her aching ribs. Her coughing betrayed her show of strength causing her to collapse again. She dragged herself to her feet without his help again. She refused his help every time he offered.

“Get out of here.” She gestured for him to leave. “I don’t want you to see me like this.”

“But…”

“I’m not helpless.” She made her way down the steps onto the crowded street. She held onto the wall as she made her way though the crowds of people. She ignored him whenever he called to her, and no one paid any attention to her when she collapsed coughing on the street. She just wanted to be treated like everyone else, not like some delicate flower that needed saving.

 

 

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fancysushikitty

Writing short stories and flash pieces.

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