“He stole from the kids’ piggy banks?”
“Uh huh.”
“That’s the lowest. Emptying your account, sponging on his mother—yeah, sure. But the kids!”
“Even then I kept making excuses. Asked the kids whether they hadn’t forgotten some special purchase.” She looks down.
“So the house is safe now?”
“Yes, and it’s in my name. He can’t try that again.”
“Holy crap. Why did you put up with it for so long?”
“Oh, usual story. Nice guy really, ‘I can change him’ theory.”
“Huh! That didn’t work out, did it?”
“No. I got something better.” She looks up. “It changed me.”
Your last line says it all, Vesna. Nice little lesson embedded here. Good job.
Like this very much and it does say it all.
Thanks, guys 🙂
Good choice Vesna. Thought provoking stuff. Look forward to the next ones.
great job creating full story with so many images using only dialogue.
Vesna: first of all thank you for thinking of all women. This story reflects a story told by hundreds, thousands of women over and over. Keep up the good work. I loved it.
Thank you all for your comments! Microfiction of this length is new territory for me: I’m feeling in the dark. Glad to have found something.