I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challenge.
This is a catch-up piece.
In the story, a woman tries to defend herself against an abusive lover.
THE HAND THAT SAVED ME
I know you’re pissed as soon as I come through the door.
You stare at me without speaking, eyebrows narrowed, mouth a tiny slit. The air is so still, so packed with tension you could hear a pin drop.
You’re on your feet before I can draw breath, feet stomping on the wooden floor.
You go to hit me, cursing. I catch your hand before it connects with my face. I don’t want to bleed again. I don’t want to lie awake all night, in pain, trying not to cry.
You win again, knock me against the wall.
Copyright © 2017 by Pamela Scott