My Parents Doubled My Rent So My Unemployed Sister Could Move In, So I Moved Out and Took Everything

to my jacket pocket where the oak-handled knife waited.

I’m seventy years old. My hands ache in the cold. My knees complain when I stand too long. Cyclops was thirty, strong, armed, and cruel.

It wasn’t a fair fight.

But fairness doesn’t exist when you’re protecting your child.

The door burst open. Moonlight spilled in, pale and unforgiving. Cyclops stumbled continue reading …