She was aghast; it happened again. Somehow her head narratives; the stories she told herself to mitigate the pain; stave off demons real and imagined; to lull her to sleep, had escaped. For here were her characters, her plot twists, her tropes on published pages attributed to others. If thoughts could be copyrighted, then her words would remain hers alone.

for mlmm sunday writing prompt: aghast

feature image: MC Escher, “Drawing Hands,” 1948,