The shine off of her bracelet catches a different beam of light each time she moves her hands. The more she speaks of her past the faster they move and the more you can catch her eyes dart with uncertainty when she pauses. Through her words of hope, I hope she keeps doing well but if nothing else it is nice to hear people admit any faults or struggles.
A life full of false confidence yet a problem for the things she shouldn't have found such deep comfort in. I listen because whether fact, fiction or somewhere in between: all stories reveal the human condition. There are the nuances of the story itself, the craft, the world it conjures; yet the condition I feel is often overlooked is what are the choices in the telling that speak more of the author than the journey. The goal in each word written is to weave their imaginary faces into words that ring true like acquaintances you could have known.