Vignette

From the nurse...

clipped from dailyfiction.blogspot.com The last time I talked to him I told him he should never recognize me. I told him if he approached me I would call the police. I told him the paperwork was ready for a restraining order. I made sure he understood that everyone I knew was aware of his transgressions. He once told me if I wrote about him he’d kill me. He said I could never use him as a character. I wonder if he’d ever know. There’s no way he could prove it besides. There are plenty of assholes in the world already, plenty besides him.