You wipe your tears and vow he will never hurt you again: stuff toys in a bag, tuck the baby under your arm, plead with the car to start quietly. You don’t notice the moment when darkness lifts and you can breathe again, only the glow of a new dawn.
Fiona H Evans is a mathematician and wanna-be writer. She lives on Noongar Boodja in Western Australia. You can find her on Twitter at @FionaHEvans and fionahevans.com.
Powerful—makes me root for the mother and wonder what happens next.
Thanks, Helen. I was just browsing stories and discovered this was up – it made my day. And your comment made it even better!
Oh, this one reeled me in and had me holding my breath…skillfully executed.
Thank you!