Change, I can’t. I know the consequences. I’m killing my family and myself. I need her car key to leave. Can they hold me here against my will? I can’t think, I’m sick, dizzy achy. Thank you God, found it! In my pocket I feel Mom’s ring. I am gone………..I can’t stop, help me.
8 comments:
I was allllllllllll set to comment on your story, and then I scrolled to comment and saw the picture for wordless Wednesday and honestly, I'll be lucky if I can think any time soon.
(And if my keyboard doesn't blow up and electrocute me from the drool.)
It's a wonderful portrayal of a desperate cry for help
You have gotten very dark lately. Even the guy in your Wordless Wednesday looked a little vulnerable.
A haunting 55, Redheels. Very vivid imagery.
Red Heels...?
WoW!!!....Great Job!!
Thanks for playing, and I hope this doesn't reflect your mood.
Excellent anyway....G
(if you go back to my 55 and click the word 'grin' you'll know what everyine is talking about)
It's hard enough to do a 55 but you do it and then some!
Mine's up too.
The intensity of your piece is amazing. Very well done.
-smarmoofus
I echo tc's thoughts. Drooling!
LOL!
you gonna hate my post
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