Three Glass Jars

“You Mother-f*cking c**t!”

         We didn’t move. If she can’t escape, how can we?

“These dishes are dirty!” He threw the glass jar. Shattered.

         He picked up my sister and tossed her across the room.

“Don’t touch what isn’t yours!” Another one. Shattered.

         He turned toward me, raising his hand.

“You’re old enough now to know how the world works.”

         I closed my eyes. In a moment—

                                                             Shattered.