Serving the Moment (Shortened Version)

I could see the hate in her stormy blue eyes, could feel it as a chill on the back of my neck. She glared at me as though I were scum. My palm, greased in sweat, nearly lost its grip on her thin arm. Nearly.
Why don’t you love me? Haven’t I done enough for you?
She never had the chance to reply. The moment reached into my chest. It ripped out my heart with its clawed hand. I don’t remember slamming her into the mailbox. I have no recollection of her body twitching in front of me. The moment watched as her life trickled away.
My first memory after the moment relinquished its seize on my injured heart was the icy tears frozen stiff to my cheeks. Just ahead, my daughter’s tiny corps painted the snow with her still steaming blood. She was the world’s most beautiful snow angel.

Serving the Moment (Shortened Version)

kinewa

Joined January 2008

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A slightly shorter version of the original.

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