Two More Steps

Amanda Marksdottir

"Y'say that if I wasn't so bad you won't have to punish me, keep me down here in this leaky basement smellin' of rust and mildew, stuck to a chair with duct-tape over my mouth so I don't dare disturb the neighbors by cryin'. They fight so much they don't hear, anyway. They fight like we do, only he don't hit her, don't lock her away, don't punish her like you do to me. It's for my own good, y'say, so I learn. Well, honey, baby...darlin'...I've learned enough. Just two more steps, dear. Y'ain't doin' this to me, baby, no. Not ever again."

(End domestic abuse, please.)

For Iron Photographer: an homage to the noir style of Frank Miller, the master of barely-lit-with-silhouette and stark urban backgrounds. Yes, the basement wall leaks when it rains.

But, no, Himself's actually wonderful; it's just that someone else before him wasn't.

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