Reality check
The escape route was blocked. The only road left leads into the lair of the beast. I shrug, and walk back, with my feet firmly on the ground, and no rose colored glasses. What else is left to do? The path is known, the landscape is disgustingly familiar. No cover, no hiding place possible, no looking forward to. Reality is one step after the next on hard and bumpy soil.
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