By M. E. Alberti
My husband apologized many times, but the swollen eyes and bruises on my stomach kept coming. He laughed at the idea of counseling. I waited for the day that light would shine through the dark clouds as a burst of courage to run away. That day arrived under the naked bulb of a gas station bathroom. I was pregnant. Joy inflamed my body; then it was damped by fear. Will he harm the baby?
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One night I put sleeping tablets in his booze, my smile sweeter than normal. Flames danced across the rooftop as I drove back to my hotel room.
Congrats! Captured a life-time in a few words, which isn’t easy. And also a hopeful ending.
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Nicely done!
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Simply wonderful
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So glad she got away!
Quite the dark story for what happens way too often in reality. Justice is served
Excellent.
Flames danced. They were as joyful as she was.