Addiction
Jan 14th, 2020 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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Juliana knew it was psychological. But the distress of withdrawal was real.
Her travel wanderlust was more than an indulgence. It was a craving deep in her cells. Journeys broke the shackles of the mundane and had become the embodiment of her independence.
Her last fix was fifty days ago. She kept distracted with work and avocation diversions. Yet, her mind would drift to the need, and normally steady hands would tremble.
When the seductive siren called, Juliana’s immobility became a shrinking coffin. Claustrophobic and suffocating.
As the taxi dropped her at the airport, she was able to breath. Freedom.
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