Thursday, April 23, 2015

White Honda Civic-Morning Pages Draft

Her white Honda Civic taunted me. It was parked right in front of my driveway, blocking me in. If I wanted to go out, which I did, I would have to run upstairs and ask her to move it, playing right into her bony, manipulative hands. She always did this shit and I had no fucking way out.


I sat in my apartment fuming. I didn’t want to see her, especially not today. The boys had given me hell today and just as the doorbell rang, heralding another unexpected visit, I was rushing them downstairs to eat and nap so I could take a break. As long as that white Honda civic stayed parked in front of my apartment, a break was the last thing I was going to get. 

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