"There", she said, "how was that?" "Same as usual," he replied, "shi..." "Don't say that word!" she interrupted. "I'm sick of that word!!!" He sat there, paralysed from the neck down- old age and multiple sclerosis had seen to him. He could no longer move a muscle, yet sadly, his razor like, acrid, spiteful speech still remained. She spooned the food into his mealy mouth, dribble falling onto his arm. She'd dealt with these 'remarks' or purely put, atom bombs, that were delivered on a minutely basis for 62 years. He'd provided a home- a good one, and they never had to worry about money- but to her that was a bare minimum. They were isolated in the countryside. Nobody could hear you scream... and believe me this happened on an all too regular basis. "Shiiii", he began again, reveling in her disdain, reveling in her shame. She knew it would be over soon. Hopefully. She'd calculated that o...
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