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Paint It Red
100 Faces in 100 Stories — No68
Mar 9, 2023
I still have the dress he almost murdered me in. His hands left a necklace of black and blue around my throat, but it was a lucky grab that saved me: the clock on the mantel fit perfectly in my hand before I bashed it against his head.
Someone else might have wept over his body. But I didn’t. The maroon skirt of my dress trailed behind me as I ran barefoot down the rain-slicked street well past midnight.
The tears eventually came. My limbs shook, but adrenaline sang through me.
I had set myself free just in time.
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