I feel myself spiral as the secrets spill out. Why had Andrew kept the truth hidden? How is healing to occur with all these scandals to endure? The first thoughts of lawyers creep into my mind. I’m raw with anguish. The blood rushes from my heart, my nervous system becomes brittle, and my body bone-weary. I can feel myself become one big scar as whispers for help escape my lips silently while my consciousness becomes light as a feather.
How would we survive all this? His guilt and shame amplified with every word uttered as my disgust for him grew.
Wow! Excellent piece, Susi!
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Thanks so much, Eugenia! ❤
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Most welcome, Susi.
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Very moving story Susi.
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It may be true for all we know! 😉
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Yes it can be.
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I am constantly amazed by your ability and creativity in writing to these prompt words, they are beyond challenging, yet you craft stories week after week. 💚
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❤ Thank you for your kind praise, Carrie!
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Well said!! You really spun this one!! 😉
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🙂 Thanks, Ruth!
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Reality sure does provide good stories! lol 😉
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Yes indeed!!
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