As I faced up to the woman insulting me, a rock hit my shoulder. I leaned into the pain, and the next rock tangled in my skirt. The third rock punched my cheek. My skin opened and I heard them cheer. Then, a tide of rocks, and a chorus of disgust.
I fell. Someone’s boot found my ribs and I felt a wet snap. I curled away, covering my ears. More kicks and more pain. Then someone’s fingers found my throat and squeezed hard.
Why were they doing this? And why were they calling me Nell? My name is Ellen!
I fell. Someone’s boot found my ribs and I felt a wet snap. I curled away, covering my ears. More kicks and more pain. Then someone’s fingers found my throat and squeezed hard.
Why were they doing this? And why were they calling me Nell? My name is Ellen!
