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When he came back
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When he came back She turned her head, yes, it was him. If it were possible to scream in the middle of the day in the middle of the city, she would be screaming now. Instead she ran. Someone pulled on her arm, yanking her backwards and she fought, twisting, her hands curled into claws. Two women pushed at the man. Throwing up his hands, he crossed the now clear street, glancing back over his shoulder. The women, held her softly, murmuring, cooing, lowering her to the cold pavement. Slowly, her breath came back to her, her eyes filling with tears. “Shh, shh…. He was only trying to stop you from running into the street” Nodding, she tried to stand. Their hands supporting her, she shook visibly. They exchanged looks, not knowing what should happen next. “Do you need help? “ “No….you’ve been more than kind. I’m… I’ll be fine. Thank you for helping me. Please, I’m fine.” She scurried off. The women stood watching her, not at all sure that they had helped. ……. Yanking the door closed behind her, she climbed the stairs slowly. Her phone was ringing. She walked jerkily past it, filled a glass with ice, Jameson’s. As she pulled one arm out of her coat, she lifted the glass with the other, swallowed half the drink. Was it him? How to be sure. Her mind sprinted backwards, forward. Such a long time ago now with not a word, a whisper. Her heart pounded. She swallowed the rest of the drink, fell back into the chair, her fists pounding her thighs, a low keening beginning to fill the room, deep, trapped, and her throat not daring to let it loose. Her body shook. She knew it was him. No, it wasn’t possible. She showered, to ward off the deep cold in her bones, wrapping herself in an old robe, curling up under quilts still shivering uncontrollably. When the lock turned in the door, she sat up. When the steps climbed higher, she did not move from the bed, though her hands searched for the phone in the coverlets. There was no place to go, you see. There was ever, only this. When he stood, at last in front of her, she fell to her knees beside the bed. A sob broke loose from her throat. She could not breathe. He closed the blinds. Tossed her phone into the hallway. And it began……. You cannot conceive the many without the one. |
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there are many ways for women to bleed. You cannot conceive the many without the one.
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Beautifully done.  You have a really excellent blog. Such great writings. 
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Trapped. How awful. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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Hmmm... Vive La Difference
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