Monday morning found him still seething. How dare she say that his drug addiction was destroying her life? Grabbing her purse, she climbed into the truck, locked the door and turned the key. Suddenly a steel-toed boot exploded through the window, shattering the glass. Fragments flew everywhere. Stunned, she jerked the truck into gear and roared away. Five miles later, tear-stained and trembling, she pulled over and began to sweep the glass from her clothing and hair. It wasn't just his anger or the busted window she would remember, this was the day he finally broke her heart.
I'm linking up with Velvet Verbosity at the 100 Word Challenge
where the prompt this week is "busted"