all the places the story could have been set in. The vast cast of characters. The limitless potential.
By one time. One place. One character.
But as I narrow the narrative I know that I have made the correct choice. This was the right decision. I am happy enough. I have opened a world of possibilities just by peering through this particular doorway.
Sex. In a good way, captured and pressed between pages like the remnants of a flower long dead now.