The Door was locked
when I grabbed the handle and pushed with all my might/ a surge of resentment pushed into my gutt as I recalled our last conversation/you put your face to mine where I could smell your acrid breath of etoh and gall/my throat ached for a spew/I grabbed a rock and shattered the glass/what remains is for you to pick up the pieces/
There you go with this weeks installment of the Six Sentence Story. I tried something a little different. What’s life without trying something new? Here’s the LINK to go see the stories others have shared. Thanks to Denise for her faithful provision of weekly words and managing all this. You are a gem.