LJIdol 10: Topic 9: Trolley Problem

[lilmissmagic71]

Light fades. I stand in the entryway of my apartment like a statue, barely breathing. I hear him shouting again. My hand rests on the doorknob, forehead against the cool steel door. It feels comforting against my reddened face. I cry for her most days. A tear, a caught breath... a lingering look to tell her I'm sorry. She always turns away first.

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Comments

[tonithegreat]

Ooof! This is the first entry I've read this week and it hit hard. Beautiful, in a very painful way. Nice work!

[eternal_ot]

I hope she lets him help...but then if she didn't let the police help..it makes me wonder. Great take! You captured the emotional turmoil of the protagonist well.

[rayaso]

This was a great description of the problems a person faces who knows when this is going on, and has to decide whether to help or not. You made this much more immediate by having her overhear what is going on and living next door. Very well written! I liked "He reeks most days of beer and frustration, stale cigarettes and cruelty."

[my_name_is_jenn]

I imagine that must be a very difficult situation. Do you call the police to help the woman, and possibly make it worse if she refuses any help, or do you ignore it and know that it's going to keep happening?

This was so vivid and well written.

[baxaphobia]

Sigh. Sadly this is so real. Nicely done!