Leaving
by Leslie Noyes
She liked to think she could leave if the need arose, if the weighted words and angry posturing turned into closed fists,
But the time never seemed right; he always apologized for the stinging insults and delusional declarations.
In the end, she finally left. The ambulance arrived and carted her away, bloodied and bruised. Still, he said he was sorry.
Praying for Eyebrowz 