http://magpietales.blogspot.com hosts a weekly writing prompt, write a small vignette or poem using the photo below as your inspiration. This is mine. . .
That's what started it.
The whole avalanche of feelings that roared up from the tight knot in her stomach, banging and echoing like thunder in her chest as her breath came thick and fast.
She could feel the scream coming before she heard it. Her throat tight, constricted, she kept swallowing and swallowing, trying to force it back down to that place inside her where it had lived for years.
But it was too late...
This time she could not silence the voice that had been kept too long in the dark.
Blood pumping, throbbing through her head, her vision blurred.
She could hold it no longer, she felt the gate at her throat finally open and she threw back her head and when the scream came it was like a howl, powerful and primal.
He recoiled in horror, pushed back, assaulted by all that sound contained.
He was still chewing.
Unable to swallow it now.
He knew that in taking that bite out of her apple he had just handed her the final straw.