[ Her voice is flat, steady. The way the pamphlet crumples in her hand is the only sign Natasha gives of how displeased she is by this news. Fictional. As though in all her complexity and broken dreams, her power and womanhood, could have been simply made up inside one person's head. ]
My life is mine. And I intend to return to it.
[ She glances across at the other woman in the room with her — a girl, really — as though noticing her for the first time. ]
no subject
[ Her voice is flat, steady. The way the pamphlet crumples in her hand is the only sign Natasha gives of how displeased she is by this news. Fictional. As though in all her complexity and broken dreams, her power and womanhood, could have been simply made up inside one person's head. ]
My life is mine. And I intend to return to it.
[ She glances across at the other woman in the room with her — a girl, really — as though noticing her for the first time. ]