The Writer's Cramp 7/7/20 W/C 108
|Fly on the Wall
It happened again. I could always tell, the tension made the rooms unbearable. I had to escape but was trapped.
These two were wrong for each other, even I could tell that. But they kept at it. Fight, make up, fight, make up.
He always said "I'm sorry, forgive me."
She always cried and forgave him.
From my perch I wondered why this kept happening.
Then one day the fight went too far. I had seen one like this once before. I left the scene of that fight to come here. Now it looks like I will be staying for a week or so.