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Photo prompt for 100 word story:
Once the monster clenched his thoughts between its teeth, he was lost.
This time lost to the voice through the phone.
Her words, like scratches on a blackboard,
sent blood racing on a marathon to bust right out of his heart.
Paralyzing rage chased down his throat,
choking oxygen from his lungs, robbing him of speech.
Without mercy she pushed all his buttons,
pressed until the seams of his personhood split,
The monster would unleash havoc, wrecking more of his life.
He touched the photo, remembered his little girl saying,
“Monsters aren’t allowed at the library.”
He hung up.
Clare Graith 