(I decided to experiment with some 100 word micro-fiction).
“Once burned,” they say. Dad burned my brother Alan thrice.
“Third time’s a charm” they say. Mom took Alan to the hospital.
Too late.
Dad skipped town. Mom went to prison for child abuse.
News flash: Reformatories sometimes work; mine certainly reformed me. I learned to act out my fears and self-loathing by being cruel to wimpy kids.
“No use crying over spilt milk,” they say.
Even if the shattered glass impales your eye. Or both eyes.
I saw well enough to grab a lethal vein-slitting shard. Damned dog Rocky barked to be fed.
Damned dog Rocky saved my life.
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