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| Copyright - Jean L.Hays |
I dream of unattainable love and really glamorous clothes. Of a
life so far removed from the one I lead.
Brushing aside questions of bruises and closed eyes, followed by whispering
silences where ever I go.
The lashes endured were a testament to my love. He loved me and he beat me. The days when he ignored me were like torture. But love was never meant to be like this. I know that now.
The road to salvation starts here. A step taken forward means that there is no
turning back. A fresh start and a new
beginning await me.
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Written for Friday Fictioneers. Word Count : 100Here we go again. Another year and another prompt. I was going to leave it with an ambiguous ending but the new year has to start with hope. Happy blogging and writing to all.
Dear Subroto,
ReplyDeleteI like the way your story ends on a hopeful note. Love never includes beating or emotional abuse. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle.
DeleteAlas ... there are such cases.. and love is not always the only things to keep things together..
ReplyDeleteThanks Björn, true the ties that bind are complex indeed. But sometimes a fresh start is required.
DeleteIt looks as though she's a survivor and isn't going to take the abuse any more. There's hope in the future. Good story and well done, Subroto. --- Suzanne
ReplyDeleteThanks Suzanne, the new year should start with stories of hope :-)
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