Wednesday, March 30, 2016
From an e-mail
She was unable to move, frozen under the icy grip of a hand on her back, pushing her down, face in the snow. “I’m just playing…”
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” She spits gravel and salt, icy bits sneaking down the neck of her jacket.
“Why can’t you take a joke?”
She’s unable to speak, fury rising like mercury.