The Puppeteer

Do you ever get the feeling you're being controlled? Like you are a victim of a greater plan? Like fists are pounding the earth beneath you and you are left to pick yourself up?
Florence did.
The pounding fists controlled her.
The frescreets controlled her.
Rafael controlled her.
Hiter controlled her.
And I controlled them all.
Yet somehow Florence managed to slip through my fingers.
She was uncontrollable.
Independent.
A purine.
She slipped out of my strings and got away.