CRY
FOR HELP
He
had one huge hand around my throat, the other tore open my blouse. Intent on
pulling my shorts down, he was oblivious to my clawing and scratching.
Finally,
he made the mistake of trying to kiss me.
I bit his disgusting lip and twisted away.
Up
on my feet, I ran screaming toward the phone box I remembered passing, hearing
him close behind me, spitting the blood from his mouth.
My
fault for running so late? Running alone?
The
goddamn phone box was broken. Then
I picked up the rock.
It’s
not my fault his skull cracked so easily.
This Dabble in FLASH FICTION is from FRIDAY FICTIONEERS courtesy of:
http://rochellewisofffields.wordpress.com/2013/05/22/24-may-2013/
and you can comment on mine below:
and you can comment on mine below:
Dear Linda,
ReplyDeleteMust've been a big rock. I'd call it justifiable skull cracking and a good read.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks, Rochelle, Recovering from life, I am going to try to keep writing again again again. Life keeps throwing huge rocks - just like that one, in my path.
ReplyDeleteGood for her and no, not her fault. I hope you're able to dodge those rocks in your path!
ReplyDeletejanet
Thanks. I am running as fast as I can!
DeleteWell written. Fear oozes of the words, darling.
ReplyDeleteThank you. Glad it worked that way.
ReplyDeleteMaybe you could have strangled him with the phone cord too? Nice scary tale!
ReplyDeleteSee? That's why yours are so great! You use everything!
ReplyDeleteThank heaven for rocks. Her fear and fight were both palpable. Well done.
ReplyDeleteNope. Totally his fault.
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