Free Puppet (3-Line Tale)

My puppet master let go of the strings, granting me freedom, but I didn’t know where to run to, or whether to even run at all.
Instead, I cowered in a corner, until I could gather enough strength to breathe steadily.
I must become my own puppet master, but I will always hold my strings tight.

A longer extract can be found here

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In response to Only 100 Words: Three Line Tales #227 found here