Post 1617. Tuesday October 17
I should have seen the writing on the wall. He’s no good they said. Look what he did to her they said. That was their own fault said I. He loves me. How wrong I was.
You’re safe now they said. A safe house, he can’t trouble you now. But they lied. They bloody lied because he’s here. I can see him through the crack in the closet doors. He's over there, see? There, wandering to and fro, fro and to, a crowbar clenched in his white-knuckled fist. He’s going from one room to another, up the stairs and down again. Room to room, room to room, this way and that, that way and...this. My heart is beating, he’s getting closer, my heart is throbbing, he's snarling, I’m dizzy, he’s reaching for the door, I’m..I’m..I’m….
It’s a safe house they said. You're safe now they lied.
This week's photo is by Gant-Sud.