365 Days Writing Prompt Challenge: Day 190

190. Museum:

Sometimes she felt like she was in a zoo. She imagined herself as a sort of monkey who was there to simply entertain those around her. That was true too, at least some of the time.

Other days she felt like she was more suited to a museum. Yes, she was getting older, but it was more about being like a precious specimen that needed to be kept under lock and key and preserved for future generations to look at.

She was unusual, she knew that. She’d known that the moment she’d stepped off the plane onto foreign turf. She was tall, blonde and had piercing blue eyes. Oh, and she was white. In a land of black-haired, black-eyed, very homogenous people, she felt out of place sometimes.

Who was she kidding?

All of the time.

She stood out like a sore thumb and she knew that even after nearly 20 years of living here, she would never be one of them. Yes, she knew the language. Yes, she knew the culture better than some of her native friends. But, she wasn’t born here and she had no other ties to the people other than the relationships she had forged through hard work and a hell of a lot of after-work drinks.

She felt it was time to cut herself loose; to be free again. She wasn’t sure if she was ready to start over, but she knew that she had no choice.

Life really was a bitch sometimes.


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