June is a month of rest and escape. The idea of escape also calls for some introspection..is it the answer? Or a point of regret?
πͺπ«π§π»π§Ήβ‘οΈβπ£βππ£οΈ”εζ” (regret)ππ³οΈβπ·πͺ
No one saw Mr. Chee leave the Assisted Living Community–there was just his crossword, half-completed, a half-eaten boiled egg and a cup of half-drunk coffee.
Ching, the night-orderly, grumbled. Stuck in a rut. The money wasn’t enough–she had to support her three sons, now that her half-baked husband had taken off.
She bumped into the new door while sweeping. It was never there. Brass frame, freshly varnished.
She rapped gingerly. No response.
She opened it– and entered.
Never returned.
The neighbors mentioned grumbling, in Mandarin: “Ho hui (regret).”
The staff now avoid that door. Escape wasn’t freedom, but another blocked exit.
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