Three Mile Therapy

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Stephanie put the car into drive and pulled away from the curb.  She had no destination in mind, just a much needed drive out of town for a bit.  She was only a few blocks from the highway that led out of town.  She snapped off the radio as her head and heart were both pounding.  He was drunk again, this time at 3 in the afternoon.  Did he start the minute he woke up after his night shift?

She drove out of town and took the first gravel road to the South.  This road would connect up with another highway that would lead her back to town, but she had a good three miles stretch that was all hers.  She slowed the car and without letting go of the wheel screamed as loud as she could for as long as her breath held out.  It was a cathartic release of all the stress and anger she had building up.  It was either that or collapse in deep heaving sobs and cry for an hour or more.  She didn’t want to cry.  She had already shed enough silent tears when she showered.  This was her one other release.

She took a couple of deep breaths and let out another long and loud scream as she continued down the road.  No other cars or people around to hear her and it was such a needed release.  She took another deep breath and let out a third scream almost cracking her voice as she neared the stop sign.  She then took a couple deeper breaths and, in a whisper, said, “someday this will all end… soon I hope.”  Then she turned the car onto the highway and headed back to home.


Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – cathartic

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