Ok so I'm an idiot. I am just getting the hang of Six Sentence Sunday...three weeks later. So...without any further bullshit here is my SSS entry. This is an excerpt from the memoir I am working on:
Nothing I did was correct in his eyes. From sitting up straight to the amount of
food I ate to the way I held my fork. One
particularly cruel evening, when I was going for seconds of something or other
he barked, “You don’t need any more.
Look at you. You wanna end up
looking like your mother?” A question to which I would have boomed a cheerful yes if I had not been so terrified. However his powerful word grenade deployed
more devastation to my mother than me.
The hurt in her eyes launched an enormous lump into my throat rendering
the second helping I so eagerly craved previously unpalatable. Well played Sir.
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