Samantha woke to the rustle of dry leaves and gusts of wind. The springs creaked as she pulled herself from the old, worn bed. Her damp, silk slip clung to her as she moved toward the window. She leaned against the sill and felt the stroke of the cool breeze. She tilted her head back ran the wet cloth down the length of her neck and prayed for rain.
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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.