Rinse And Repeat

She closed her eyes. She did not have to wait anymore. She felt herself being lifted, dragged upwards. She could smell the putrid odor of whisky and garlic in his breath, the smell of a drunk. She felt him pausing, and for a tiniest moment a familiar feeling of déjà vu struck her. A flashback…of an abusive husband, a determined wife and a little girl. Then it was gone.