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#34 - The Fairy Tale
You raise the coffee cup to your mouth and wince. Even on warm days like this, the pain in your shoulder will still flare-up.
It happened eight years ago, but you still remember it as though it were yesterday. He was fed up with work, mad because his car was giving him problems, and had stopped on the way home for a few drinks.
By the time he got home, he was in an ugly mood, and you became the most convenient object on which he could vent his anger. He narrowly missed hitting you with a heavy glass ashtray he hurled from the living room; when you screamed at him to stop, he chased you into the bathroom, where he managed to trap you between the toilet and the bathtub. He punched you in the head until he broke your nose and your hair became matted with blood. Reaching around frantically for anything that might be used as a weapon, you grasped a toilet plunger, broke it over his head, then drove the broken end of the handle into his shoulder.
You take another sip of your coffee and look at the people around you. Person. Person. Shapeless blob. Hmm - tree – that’s a new one.
Extricating yourself from your trap, you made your way past him and tried to get to the front door. He grabbed you by...
When you were little your mother would read you fairy tales. Now that you're grown, you've seen more than your share of trolls and ogres. You want your story to have a happy ending.