As I made my way toward the kitchen, I used my hands to feel through the dark. There’s the bedroom wall and the door. Into the living room.
One step, then two. That leftover brisket was waiting for me, and it would quench this night-time hunger.
My right foot hit the ground; it was met with a searing pain. My legs buckled under me, I hit the floor hard. I know I let out a scream and woke people up.
As I felt near my foot, I identified my attacker. A distinctive two by two brick.
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D-Donohoe
Amateur storyteller, LEGO fanatic, leader, ex-Detective and human. All sorts of stories: some funny, some sad, some a little risqué all of them told from the heart.
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