The metallic smell of blood and salty tears found my hiding place before Mama did. “Papa’s sorry” she whimpered. I pretended to believe her.
The metallic smell of blood and salty tears found my hiding place before Mama did. “Papa’s sorry” she whimpered. I pretended to believe her.
One Critique of "Domestic Violence"
Something about your “stories” always manage to somehow punch me in the senses, Karen. You’re fabulous!