Bent – Pamela Sackett

All I said is you are coming right towards me, right at me…just stating a fact…I’m not going to tell you what to do…I thought I’d bring it to your attention—you were coming right towards me, right at me…I’m as far over on this path that I can be without traipsing into the uneven over-grown field…I’m walking with poles for a reason…you and your friend are spread out across the entire length of the gravel path here…where am I supposed to walk?

I am taking care of myself…he and I are walking single-file on the absolute farthest edge of the path..what would you have me do?

I’m talking to my friend also and I still noticed you…how could I not—you were coming right at me, right at me.

No, I was born here, right here in this country, this free country…why?

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