The wind loosened stray pieces of long, brown hair from her ponytail as she stood looking out across the mountains. John would catch up in a moment. It was so like him to lag behind, all the time calling to her, trying to hold her back.
She barely felt the sting of the slap that accompanied the words: "You fuckin' Bitch, I told you to wait for me".
She knew she had waited long enough.
Powerful entry! Thanks for sharing.
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DeleteI know this is blogspot
ReplyDeletebut it seems like more of a tumbler
Cheers!
JzB
Definitely a tumbler.
Deleteand so over he went, over the bitch, and over the edge. Randy
ReplyDeleteGrrrr. I believe good writing is supposed to evoke emotion. You've certainly done that for me!
ReplyDeleteThank you, Maggie!
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