Standing Up

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It was mid morning on a weekday.
I was working in my garden.
Doing battle, was more like it.
This unruly patch is the only green in this row of yards.
The grape is tangled with the honeysuckle.
Lina’s broom is on a surge for the sun while stiffling the lavendar.
When far away an interrupted cry.
It was the voice of a woman. I could hear the blows landing, and the rebuke with each blow. This, even after she had stopped crying out. A man’s voice, full of rage, blaming her for it all. She refused to give him the satisfaction of crying anymore.
He kept hitting her.
I couldn’t figure out which house this was coming from.
I felt helpless, pissed off and horrified all at once
Then there was a gurgly scream from him
Followed by silence.

Pat R

6/12/19

For dVerse poets prosery #1, word limit 144 words max and include this line
“…when far away an interrupted cry..”

This prosey contains 140 words..I think.

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Prosery #1

17 responses to “Standing Up

  1. I can imagine the gardener sitting there listening and going through the emotions and ending up with the same face I did at the end of the story! Nice!

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