A Banana Tree, with Peppers, Verse 2

Chapter Two 

He jumped at her. 

His arms shot out and his hands entangled themselves around her neck as he backed her up against the kitchen wall. 

With his vise-like grip, he shook her. The 

back of her neck pressed into the sill of the window as her head slammed against the glass. 

Desperate fingers tugged against his own. 

The pressure released. 

Just four days ago, he said he’d never do it again. 

Her legs gave out as she sagged and sobbed over the linoleum. 

He reached out with shaking fingers. 



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