Wear Me Down
Sep 18th, 2018 by thegooddoctor in 100 Words
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The shavings scattered as he coughed, revealing how little actual progress had been made in the last thirty minutes. The brace still protruded from the floor enough to be noticed.
His wife’s admonishments occupied him as he filed. It was always her way, whenever she made a mistake, to look for any way to shift the blame elsewhere. Better still if she could pin him as the culprit. So when she’d tripped on the uneven joining between the foyer and kitchen, she yelled at him. Who cares the house had come that way.
He’d given up fighting back decades ago.
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