What are the roots that clutch,
what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?
— by T.S. Eliot, from The Waste Land
She lay in a heap at the bottom of the back steps. Cold from the October morning’s hard-packed dirt crept into the arm, her right, that crumpled askew under her large disheveled frame.
He stood at the top of the steps looking down at her, open contempt sneering his features. She preferred the late night stumbling drunk callous cruelty of his words to this.
“I told you, c***, I like my orange juice without pulp,” he said, then turned around and walked back inside.
She exerted her slack muscles, tense as once she moved she’d be able to know if anything felt broken. Nothing stabbed or screamed in the arm. She stood, waiting until she heard the slam of the front door.
Sipping coffee and petting Puffles, she mused, “What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow out of this stony rubbish?”
Top image: “Social Issues,” by Maggie V. Lazny
October is Domestic Violence Awareness Month. I found a couple of really good videos to share.
One is from Leslie Morgan Steiner, a woman who survived domestic violence and gives good insights into the dynamic. Another is from Jackson Katz, a man I highly admire, who says violence against women is a men’s issue.
Mish is today’s host for dVerse’ Prosery. Mish says:
In composing your prosery for dVerse, you must incorporate the above line into a piece of flash fiction, non fiction or creative fiction. It MUST be prose (a short story) , not poetry or prose poetry. It must be no more than 144 words in length, not including the title. Please include the entire quote. You may change punctuation and capitalization but do not insert words within the quote. Also, give reference to the quote below your prose. Whew!!! Those are the rules, now go have some fun!