My dominating mother loves her antique collection, more than her family. She remains emotionally unavailable to us, lost in history and those inanimate objects. I was nothing more than a slave or puppet for her.

She humiliated me again today, and I couldn’t resist, just could not. The piece that I threw on the floor was shattered into tiny bits, a few of them piercing my skin. The red spurts of blood give me a sense of control. I can act on my will. The pain is exquisite.

(88 words)


Sunday Writing Prompt at MLMM


2 thoughts on “Control

  1. well done Reena! You’ve written an excellent piece and captured the essence of the line and original image – and I like how you’ve used a new image and created the perfect balance between tension and explosion, with a release that offers a stepping into one’s power. Bittersweet but delicious nonetheless.

    thanks for playing the Sunday Writing prompt this week 🙂

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