A story from Monday, November 14, 2011

Blindness

His grimy hands are all over my body. I scream, “Don’t do this?” Years later he’s on trial; my mother blind to reality sings his praises.

  • written by: <span class="post-meta-key">Pat St. Pierre</span>

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