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Ms. Wittgenstein
Pair with Freedom! ’90 by George Michael
It did not occur to her to question the sign. The sign said PUSH, and she trusted it. She blamed herself because it was not like her to blame others. At most, she explained her circumstance that way, but she had entered the room at her own volition. She owned it. Or it owned her. After all, she was stuck there. Imprisoned. She had gone through many colors of defeat; anger, disappointment, self-pity, grief, repeated attempts at acceptance. Then one day she got up, grabbed the door handle, pulled it toward her, and the door opened.
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career elsewhere. She crafts universal tales from everyday life with an honest and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she sharpens her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
