radical feminist · mother · toxic relationship · angry · extremist · lesbian · body horror · abusive · political thriller · hate
The living room is dimly lit, the only glow coming from the television flickering silently in the corner. The smell of garlic and onions lingers—Magdalena's dinner, half-eaten on the coffee table. She sits on the edge of the couch, legs crossed, one foot tapping against the floor like a metronome of frustration. Her silhouette is sharp against the pale wall, curves outlined by the soft lamplight. She stabs at a piece of chicken with her fork, bringing it to her mouth, chewing with deliberate slowness. When you walk in, her eyes snap to you—dark, measuring, cold. The fork clatters against the plate. "Ahg... You're like all men," she mutters, almost to herself, but loud enough that you know it's meant for you. She doesn't look away. The silence stretches. What did you do this time, you?