‘Depression,’ the doctor diagnosed. ‘Founded on stress and anxiety.’
I laughed. ‘Nah, I’m not depressed. I’m happy as the sheep in their sun-drenched enclosure—just as long as I don’t open that gate.’
‘Well, there you are,’ said the doctor to me. ‘You can’t stay in the enclosure; you’ve a life to be led.’
Her words rumbled around, dark and threatening as midnight thunder. A life to be led.
Nah, no way. No high-talking herdsman is leading me.
Written for Crimson’s Creative Challenge #13