Inflammatory Words
From what I knew of her, she had a quick tongue. Not satisfied unless she had the last word. Always on the defense. After several years of marriage, her husband grew weary and left. As she recounted the latest battle to me, I saw a picture in my mind’s eye. It was a woman standing in front of a bonfire. Beside her stood a pile of wood. Every time she spewed another volley of words, she threw another log on…