“Hey Stacy, why are you not cooking dinner for me right now? Geezus woman, how many times do I have to tell you?”
Silently, she headed to the kitchen: all the years living with him made her drained and emaciated, a skeleton of her former vibrant self.
He threw an empty beer can at her, and suddenly her eyes flickered and her back straightened– “Leave. Now,” she says in a low whisper that sent shivers down his spine, “I’ve had enough of your disrespect.”
Written for Sonya’s Three Line Tales week 82 ! The photo prompt inspired a story on having “backbone,” and I intermingled some imagery of spines, skeletons, etc. 🙂