Semi-Daily Scribbles

Margaret was tired of running. At first, she ran headlong into adventure and romance. It was what she dreamed of, after all. But then the promised price was due to be paid. She didn't care what happened to some extended relation five generations to come. She'd be long gone, after having a life filled with everything she ever wanted. But the source of her wealth, the very life force she took for granted, came from somewhere. It came from someone hanging from a branch a long way up the family tree. Margaret began to understand why it is wrong to borrow against the future. Her just do it now, forget about the outcome approach to living meant she was responsible
for the death of a woman she would never know. So Margaret continued to run. Run from promises made and broken. Run from the power that gave her the world, and demanded her soul in return. Run toward an end to her failings so the line would remain unbroken.