Ending Possession The color of her eyes, the stench protruding from her pores, her voice when she spoke was raspy and monotone.
This was not the same woman she saw managing the grocery store almost daily. She backed away from the truck, made a pivot, and started toward home as fast as her legs could go.
The rain wasn’t the slightest bother to her; water streaming down her face, clothes soaked and her hair heavy. The argument between her parents that she walked out from seemed like a safe place in the back of her mind now; silently hoping they were still home and for once, still arguing.
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