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Short Story: Dirty old Town

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Dirty old Town
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April is Sexual Assault Awareness and Prevention Month. There are many ways in which I share my thoughts, beliefs, worries, memories, and hopes regarding this topic. But I find nothing quite shifts my thinking and triggers understanding in me like a story does.

Hence, I am sharing this short story (fiction) with you. This story was inspired by the flash fiction prompt: You give your pet alcohol which causes them to break their one unbreakable rule: Never Talk To Your Owner

Oh, also, here is a link to a video of mine, Molestation: A (Common) Story. The true memory that this fiction story grew out of is discussed in that video. I also offer a few tips and thoughts.

Lastly, not only are many people feeling re-traumatized in this time of COVID-19 due to general anxiety, lack of control, and an uncertain future that will certainly be different, many people are also forced to shelter in place with their abuser. I encourage anyone wanting to know more about, or seeking help from, sexual assault, to contact RAINN(Rape Abuse Incest National Network), Dr. Lynette Louise (The Brain Broad), or another organization, person, or media that you feel comfortable with. By all means, feel free to contact me. I don't know if I can help but I know I care.


Dirty Old Town

"Dirty old town, dirty old town," I sang drunkenly, motioning to the dirty old town that was my basement bedroom.

I recognized the grey body that sauntered out from her cozy nest in my pile of clothes on the floor (dirty? clean? dunno, who cares?) and watched as she headed to the food and water bowls I had placed on the floor under my window. A window up high that looked onto grass and, often, the naked feet of my family. Shoes were for fancier folk.

"Hey, psst. Misty! Wanna drink?" I splashed a little of my Vodka, stolen from a friend's pantry, into her bowl. "You were there when it happened. I bet you need it like I do."

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