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Caught. You dangle your affections like a carrot, and like an ass I follow, reluctant step after reluctant step. My instinct always to resist, my mind suspicious of the gift, fearing a trap. But oh! How bright the carrot! A beacon glowing in the darkness. The sweet, tantalising smell drawing me forward against that instinct. Hope and desire pulling me towards you, stretching my resolve till resistance snaps and I gallop headlong into your trap.

Paragraph Planet Oct 3rd 2015
Prose poem or flash fiction?


About Dabblewords

Reluctant writer, word dabbler...tea maker, coffee drinker, rum imbiber, chocolate eater.

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