Anger

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Other  |  House: Booksie Classic
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Submitted: July 18, 2019

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"John!"
The sound of his wife yelling reached him, making him brace against what was coming. 
It was no secret that they had their issues and rarely got along well these days. Sometimes he wondered where they had gone wrong. 
With a grim determination to not let it get to him, he entered the kitchen and poured himself a glass of cola. 
She sat at the table, empty chocolate pudding containers in front of her. 
"Have you eaten one tonight already?"
The accusation was clear in her tone. 
"No, I didn't," he said, knowing full well she wasn't to believe him anyway. 
How was he supposed to get out of this? And what had happened? Did one of the kids eat it maybe? Why did she assume it was him? 
Lisa's face wrinkled, her mouth into a thin line. "You never know of anything and you never do anything. It cannot disappear like that." 
"What do you expect me to say to that? I didn't. Why do you always accuse me of everything? Oh woman, just shut up!"
His wife's eyes shot daggers. She was not letting up so easily. More accusations and recollections of past events flowed from her lips. 
John watched her, tension rising inside of him. 
"Enough!" he yelled, balling his hands to fists. 
The glass crumbled in his fingers. Crackling noise. Slivers shooting around. Blood flowing from various little cuts. 
His eyes registered the scene, somehow the shock made him come to his senses again for a second. 
He got up and left the kitchen. 
A million pieces of broken glass testified of the scratches on their souls.


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