Writing sketches, short or medium.
He reflected back on his upbringing. The memories lashed his mental wounds, stoking the fires of feral disregard for order, authority and laws. The raised hand in his mind loomed like a storm poised to unleash fury.
Labels: abuse, Memory, PTSD
posted by Paul Ewert | 9:30 PM
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