Monday’s wordle this week (although I realise it’s now Wednesday!)
1. Poplar Tree
She had traipsed through the streets for what seemed hours and finally sat under a poplar tree, shaken by his rigorous brusque words.
She had only wanted a cuddle, yet he had turned on her and cast her aside like a rag doll. How had she missed that he was hardwired to be so cruel and callous?
Soon anger began to pump through her body. She would not be a downtrodden victim starved of affection. No sir.
The sight of spittle dripping from his lips would stay with her forever and that was enough to strengthen her resolve. There was a better life for her elsewhere.