He doubled over, falling to the floor, clawing at the searing pain in his chest. She drew her lips close to the coarse white hairs of his right ear and whispered the words she had rehearsed from the time she entered nursing school; the words that gave her determination to smile and pretend she loved him; the words that gave her courage as she replaced his insulin with potassium. “Now we have two secrets. Am I still your little princess daddy?”
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Tags: Child Abuse, Creative Writing, Fiction, Murder, Mystery, Short Story
February 6, 2008 at 2:06 pm
I did like this, I think because it allows me to fill in the blanks.
February 9, 2008 at 5:47 pm
Wow. Very emotionally powerful.
A+
April 9, 2008 at 4:23 pm
I am gonna miss old Chuck. I might even throw down a shot for Eddie G too, that little crippled bastard. Dig, can you believe how that smug fat piece of human excrement Michael Moore took advantage of Chuck and his creeping senility. Anyways, Soylent rocked. I am glad you put your skills to some wholesome use with this site.
May 22, 2008 at 9:36 pm
Damn! I wish I wrote that. I wish I had someone to off once I get out of Nursing school in exactly one year. Oh well I guess I could be happy my life has been free of too much abuse…still they better watch out whoever they are!