Although she hasn’t seen her abusive ex-husband for years, she recognises that arrogant swagger instantly, the contemptuous sneer. He’s heading straight for her. She would’ve cowered and hidden once, but things are very different now. One leap and he’s a memory under velvet paws. She struts away, tail held high.
Deborah writes at an old desk surrounded by five hundred pet bugs.
Good for her!
I loved it! Great story of empowerment. Oh and the bugs around the desk are not fun but a great bio! ;)