The moment comes when they ask you for another long week on another long project and you can’t find the shape of yes in your mouth anymore. At first, the extra assignments felt flattering – like compliments, like trust. Now they feel like links in a lengthening chain.
You know they aren’t really asking. They know you have no choice.
So you chew on your retorts and swallow the acidic no that had threatened to burst free like flame and find the agreeable yes they want.
The moment passes safely.
This was going to be my entry for yw#308 but my week got away from me. What’s up, moonshine grid?