“Get away from me!” she screamed as she rushed across the street. “I’m going to dance recital and you can’t stop me,” she said hitting him repeatedly in the chest.
“Elin, you haven’t been involved in dance for nearly fourteen years.”
She looked broken as she always did, since the accident she has trouble remembering. Every time she sees the ballet outfit it’s the same scene.
He says she saved his life with her love in the early years. He is determined to return the favor, no matter how many times she hits him.
This story is a response to Friday Fictioneers.