Originally written on December 12, 2021
The glass shattered as it hit the wall. All of a sudden it wasn’t whole anymore. Tiny shards of the thin lamp were embedded in the shaggy carpet. Instant regret. Feeling out of control. Why? As the delicate projectile went flying through the air time slowed. So slow that there was time to regret the decision before it even began to crack. The sound alerted them. The broken glass became the centre of attention. Not the broken little girl who was angry and sad but told to be happy.
