«Could,» «would,» and «should,» were the conditionals that governed the decisions Lucy made in her life.
«Would I have been safer on the other street? Should I turn at this corner? Did I make the right decision?» she said to herself as she walked through the city because Lucy was born in a country where all of her class were cursed and uncertainty was the consequence of the spell cast upon her at birth.
«Could I wear the blue dress, or should I wear the pink?» Lucy wondered in the morning. Every decision was preceded by «could,» «would,» or «should.» Philosophical thoughts flooded Lucy’s mind, but in the end, it all came down to choosing one of the thousand responses that were generated in her head.
Lucy, tired, one day decided and suddenly felt as if «could,» «would,» «should» blurred from her mind. The instinct of survival threw a bucket of fear over her, but she resisted, and the line of possibilities shifted to infinity. «I’ve made my decision, I’m going to be myself, I’m going to be a woman,» Lucy broke the spell.
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