The following tale is my response to this month’s speculative fiction writing prompt posted by D. Wallace Peach. Link to her original post here.
My quest for self improvement began with good intentions. But you know what they say about that. And they – whoever they are – were right, at least in my case.
The beginning was unremarkable, certainly not a decision with any associated labor. I saw the ad for the Promise, a new innovation in body art, and suddenly understood the answer to a question I hadn’t consciously asked. I’d been unhappy, but resigned. Until I saw myself in the Promise, the promise of how I could be.
Maybe it will sound strange to you. But when I saw the picture – the photo of who I could be – I filled with a previously unfamiliar sensation. My usually hollow emotional…
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