Her Own Fault
There are some things that are inexcusable. Pair this one with When Doves Cry by Prince.
The punch hits her on the jaw closer to the chin than not, so her head is pushed to the opposite side and the end of her dangly earring whips into her eye. If it had been a boxing movie it would have been shown in slo-mo with drops of spit, blood and sweat suspended in the air. But it is Monday night at Hooter’s and he chased his beers with tequila shots before he decided to be offended.
“It’s all on her” he explains the shocked onlookers, “She said I should work out, so it’s her own fault!”
Regitze Ladekarl has re-emerged as a raconteur after a long, successful career in finance. She crafts universal tales from everyday lives with an honest, sharp and witty pen. Besides working on a forthcoming novel, she flexes her voice with personal essays, flash fiction, and method writing here on Medium.
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