I Hate My Mother - Part Two C - (930 Words - A Bit Longer)
I scanned her again. The scar on her right forearm was where she had reached across an old-fashioned wringer-washing machine and had accidentally tripped the lock, causing it to spring up so hard, it snapped her arm, and her ulna, the smaller of the two bones in the lower arm had broken through the... Sign in to see full entry.