Thursday, December 6, 2007

He Fell

by Adam Drew

I'd stood up to him before, and he always left me a bloody, broken mess. But this time would be different.

He comes home drunk, climbs to the top of the stairs, stops at the door to our daughter's room, bellows obscenities.

That's as far as he'll go. I'm waiting inside. Just a little push.

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