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Topic: Bold (emotionally) (08/30/07)
TITLE: Blazing Justice
By Pat Guy
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He doesn’t know that I know what’s been going on. He suspects nothing, and for now, that’s just the way I want it. I’ve just been biding my time not knowing what to do; sadly aware no one can do anything about it but me.
Ahhhh … that’s good … the curtains in my front window are parted just enough and the shrubs around the fence on our front porch should do just fine – the one time I’m thankful they haven’t been trimmed yet.
Shuffling feet … I hear him … my purpose kicks into gear, “Oh! Hi Don … over here.”
Blazing fury shoots from my heart, down my arm, through my fist, striking his chin. I feel no pity for the man stumbling backwards grabbing the fence for support – hidden from view. All sentiment has vanished … burned to ashes by betrayal.
“Don. What you do on your own property is your business, but do not, I repeat, DO NOT involve my daughter, you pervert! No more stalking, no more waiting until I’m gone to keep your door opened, or leaving the house when she does. And by the way … what I do on my own property is my business … and you’re on my property. Don’t ever set foot on it again.”
My knee yearns to continue this flame of justice while he cradles his jaw, stunned, but I walk into my house slamming the door. My daughter beams with pride and wonder. She has been protected. “Great right hook mom!” she speaks in awe.
I look at the love of my heart … my princess and try to control the tremble in my voice, “I think I need some ice.”
Don’t ever mess with a Mama Bear’s cub.
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