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Moving On

October 30, 2017October 30, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

They day Christine graduated high school was the same day as her dad’s funeral.  He was always calling her stupid. She went to graduation alone.

Sleepless Nights

October 18, 2017October 12, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

When Momma came home with another man, I tucked the big kitchen knife under my pillow. I’d be ready the next time someone touched me.

Misplaced Blame

October 17, 2017October 12, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ 2 Comments

Daddy’s cigar smoke wrapped around me like a hug. I’m leaving, doll, he said. I looked from him to my mom. Suddenly, I hated her.

Blurred Lines

October 13, 2017October 12, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

That night, Bryce clamped his hand around her throat as he entered her. She hated the feeling, but she loved Bryce. So she let him.

Don’t Judge A Book

October 12, 2017October 11, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

One hand rested on my round, quiet belly, and the other clutched a cigarette. You shouldn’t do that, Mrs. Weatherly said. It’s dead, I answered.

Betrayed Or Alone

October 11, 2017October 11, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

She said she loved me. When I tried to kiss her at school, she shouted, dike and shoved me away. I learned to prefer loneliness.

End In Sight

October 10, 2017October 10, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

Though pain needled my joints, the ninth doctor said, You’re perfectly healthy. As I leaned over the overpass, I wondered if death would be easier.

Split Second

October 9, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

Ruth told Benny to wait while she went to the bathroom. When she finished, he was floating face down in the pool. He never listened.

Burn Away the Pain

October 5, 2017October 5, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ 2 Comments

When the firefighters carried her from the blazing house, she wept. Let me go back, she begged. They couldn’t rob her of her only solution.

Darkness Begets Darkness

October 4, 2017October 4, 2017 ~ Sarah Squires ~ Leave a comment

The empty carseat drew all my attention. I never saw the pedestrian. When the police charged me with manslaughter, I thought, yes, that’s exactly it.

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