As I did my chores in the barn, I thought about the previous night. I watched my mother because she not hungry. I tried to intercede, but all I accomplished was a bloody nose and an aching head. I blinked back into reality when one of my horses, Smokey, nudged me. The horses are some of the few pleasures of happiness and comforts in life. We have two, Smokey and Fire. Poor Smokey will be having a colt in a few months.
When Papa died, Mama started to struggle. She could barely keep food in our mouths. That is how she met Mr. John. He was a teller at the store in town. He gave Ma credit when she could not buy things on Hans. Sometimes he paid for her. They were married instantly and so were the beatings.
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"The Tell-Tale Heart"
RandomIs there a such thing as a perfect crime? A perfect murder? Would you go insane?
