She hadn’t made her own decisions for some time, an unusual thing to realise, and not something that she would have willingly handed over, but it had happened without her even being aware of it.
When the bubble burst and the world assaulted her in full technicolour she was overwhelmed by the endless possibilities of choice and the futility of being steered away from the wrong ones.
Sometimes choices had to be made from the most inconsequential details, the gut instinct of happiness, like deciding on a new place to live because of a blue door and some worn steps.
Written in response to the #writephoto prompt that was created by Sue Vincent.
Use the image and title provided as inspiration to create a post on your own blog… poetry, prose, humour… light or dark, whatever you choose…and link back to the promt post with a pingback to be included in the round-up. There is no word limit and no style requirements, except to keep it fairly family friendly and not passionately political.