Lillie McFerrin Writes: Five Sentence Fiction – Villainous
Adam stepped from behind the closed door, “Where the hell you been, woman?”
She squeezed her eyes shut against the spew of anger and drunken spittle, cowered against the counter, and waited for the inevitable.
“You mark my words, Norma Jean, a tiger don’t change his stripes,” her mother warned.
“He’s changed, mama. You don’t know him like I do.”
The back of his hand landed hard and she tried to think of happier times; he hadn’t always been this way.