Today, her steps faltered, and her graceful movement did not sync with the music.
She fell to the ground with a thud, as her Master fell behind the curtain, killed by a cardiac arrest.
Her painted lips parted in a genuine smile, relieved at the end of her ordeal.
The Puppet had longed to have an identity of her own, be a part of the cheering audience and live.
She would now lead her own life, or meet her end – in a story conceived, scripted and delivered by herself – her solo performance, at last.
Inspired by In Other Words, Relieved
Reena Saxena 
Such a powerful piece! Ahhh, to be free of the stringed prison at last, free to dance her own dance or even walk away if she so chooses. I loved this!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you. It is not just about puppets. Some human beings too have such masters. It could just be a negative boss.
LikeLike
She has such a wistful expression. I would hope that she finds a way to live on her own.
LikeLiked by 1 person
The second image is without strings attached 🙂
LikeLike
Reena! This is excellent!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks!
LikeLike
We shouldn’t have anyone pulling our strings. Good for Puppet! Thanks for linking to In Other Words.
LikeLiked by 1 person
One needs to identify the root of helplessness — greed or need, and overcome that first. Thanks, Patricia!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good for her!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Good for anybody who escapes slavery. ☺
LikeLiked by 1 person
Definitely!
LikeLiked by 1 person