Reaching for the phone across the empty bed, squinting at the clock
3:15 glowing in bright green. “Not again” she begs, silently to herself.
An angry, slurring voice, “Come get me, I need a ride home”
Sudden courage, after years of compliance, “No. Not this time.”
Snarling, accusing words, she hangs up.
It rings again.
Abrupt, hushed conversation, “Shhh, the baby’s sleeping.” and another refusal.
Loud bellowing, a familiar threat is made.
She slams the phone down, tears beginning.
Wide awake now.
Her mind is scrambling…what to take…what can be left behind…where will we go.
The sun is coming up, hurry, hurry.
A phone call to a friend, “can you help me?’
Time punctured by menacing threats, via phone,
he’s coming home, closer, closer.
Meaningless explanation to a sobbing toddler
“It’s okay. We’ll be fine.” Trembling smile.
Last bag packed, one backward glance through the rear window.
A clean getaway.
Trifecta writing challenge: Week Nineteen
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