“Just let me go”, I said angrily as I pushed his arm away and headed down the hallway.
“Why do you always have to be in control?” I yelled at him slamming the door on his enraged voice.
I need air and space, I thought. Much space between us. I can never think straight when he gets so argumentative and demanding. My back is always against the wall and I struggle to justify my actions when he is firing questions at me.
I went out to the hazel wood because a fire was in my head and it felt like my stack would blow. A gentle breeze through the trees was calming and eventually the flames died down. I could think clearly once again.
Kim, from Writing in North Norfolk is hosting Prosery
at D'Verse Poets tonight. She has prompted us to write
a story of no more than 144 words to include these lines
from "The Song of the Wandering Aengus" by William Butler
I went out to the hazel wood,
Because a fire was in my head,
You can read the whole poem here
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