Mimi sat on the porch swing, motionless. Words swirled through her mind like fallen leaves caught in an eddy, twisting and spinning, eventually rushing downstream.
China plates: white shards scattered on the kitchen floor, dried food on the pieces, on the floor, on the walls.
Dreams: education, career, children.
Promises: “it’ll never happen again”.
Bones: her arm, and a year later her collarbone.
Spirit: for a time, hers.
All of these were things that Chad, her husband of five years, had broken.
No more. She’d just learned that she was pregnant. It was time for her to break free.
This post is inspired by velvetverbosity.com 100 word challenge. This week’s word: “Broken”.
Fran – I love how you get right to the heart of the matter – in just 100 words. Powerful piece. I work as co-facilitator of a program for men who do such things. Thank you for writing this.
Grrrr. These things make my head hurt with rage and sorrow. I don’t know how you do it Barbara.