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.