Good Narrative Principles

A Question of Control


Hector dutifully empties his pockets of loose change, depositing the stray nickels, dimes and pennies into his money bowl. It’s come to this, he thinks, petitioning the mysterious forces for a job. Rather than kick himself for adopting these seemingly foolish habits, he draws a deep breath. Hope rides on my ability to sustain an illusion of control, he tells himself with a measure of severity. He knows that now.

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