Sighing, she settled on the bed. As she basked in the moonlight, the toll her husband’s violence had taken on her was evident. His violence knew no bounds. The house would be shaken by his booming voice. How glad she was to be alone, safe, from his horrible senseless grunting as he hunted for her, room after room, knife in hand. She shuddered once more as she realized, it was not long till he found her again. She had only just laid down when she was startled; startled by a creak of the floorboards, and that familiar grunting voice.
Sue Clayton
31/7/2021 06:35:51 am
Carry on with the story, Amal. Let her seize the knife and drive it home so he can give his last grunt. After her escape she can bury the knife beneath the floorboards.
Jennifer Duncan
31/7/2021 02:04:16 pm
Tragic. Still so many women live with violence every day. Thank you for reminding us of this reality. Comments are closed.
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