Saturday, September 02, 2017

Decay

PHOTO PROMPT © Roger Bulltot
When she turned twenty one my mother had been a single mother for five years.  In that time she had completed high school diploma, worked two part time jobs and yet managed to look after a child.  
    
She wasn’t looking for a relationship when she met big Jim, the charmer with a booming belly laugh that filled the room.

Ten years later I held a knife to his neck as he once again bashed her repeatedly with a pan.

The thing about violent relationships is they tend to decay, crumble and die, leaving behind ruins of a once happy life.


Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

I was tempted to put in another fractured fairy tale but went a light bit darker instead for this week.  I am still canvassing  support for my entry in the Indian Blogger Awards 2017  run by Indiblogger.  Please vote for me by either liking, tweeting or commenting on my entry page here.  

To read the other stories this week click here


14 comments :

  1. Not a good catch after all...

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    1. Not in this case. Thanks for your comments Dale.

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  2. Anonymous11:14 pm

    A lovely metaphoric take on this one.

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  3. I wonder if the knife made a difference.... after all houses can be rebuild again.

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    1. The knife was the breaking point. Houses can be rebuilt but sometimes relationships can't. Thanks for reading and commenting Björn.

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  4. So grim! A lot of people have been deceived by a laugh and "a great sense of humor."

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    1. Appearances can be deceiving indeed. Thanks for your comments Christine.

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  5. Dear Subroto,

    This is a masterpiece. Sad and powerful at the same time.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Oh wow! Thanks for that compliment Rochelle, I am glad you liked it.

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  6. This is heartbreaking. Great writing, there's so much in this sad story.

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    1. Thanks for your comments Gabi, I am glad you liked it.

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  7. So tragic that a woman achieve so much on their own, to then meet such a vile bully and end up so diminished by him. Well told.

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    1. Thanks for your comments Sarah, I am glad you liked it.

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