The road out of town loomed ahead. Away from this town of closed minds. She often drove to this point. But never any further. She wondered what it would be like to cross that line.
That line to freedom. That line to the unknown. A world where pansexuality was just another sexuality. Not some “weird cult” as Old Ned Flanagan said in the pub. Community atmosphere, yeah right.
But she was in limbo. Would it be any better out in that big world? Would there be another Old Flanagan out there? Probably.
So here she was yet again. At this crossroads.