Exceptional The big D ain't for Dallas Broken by Realist101

I stare into empty space. My house, my home--has been raped. There is little left of what took thirty years to obtain. Not even the books have been spared. It's as if I don't exist anymore. No furniture, no clothes ... nothing. Even the dog is gone. I walk into the kitchen, tears of anger stream, as I see the one thing that I cherished most. Mother's pitcher. I hear him laughing as he slams it down. I kneel to retrieve the pieces. But they are too small. I pick at the shards of porcelain; the pink rose that adorned it, the delicate handle ... all pieces on the floor. And with them lies my shattered life. Recognized Author Notes 133 word micro flash.? I am practicing after reading Nor84's post! Thanks for reading and reviewing too. Photo courtesy of Photobucket.com

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