By Rio Tomlinson
My heart pounds. I know I have messed up.
I am sorry. My darling, please forgive me.
He walks towards me, eyes glaring. His hand rises, and a sense of déjà vu washes over me. I raise my arms in the shape of an ‘X’ across my face.
He strikes. I fall.
I cannot run. There is nowhere to hide.
Why hadn’t I made dinner sooner? How could I allow myself to come home late?
He grabs my wrist. It is tight, too tight. What happened to our old love?
“Stop,” I whisper.
He does not hear me.
He never does.
Well written and disturbing story. And sadly, for too many, it’s not fiction.
A moving and well written account of what can be an all too real story. Nice work.
Frightening
Thank you for sending this. It’s so hard to take another persons viewpoint and you’ve done it in a very realistic way very quickly
I hope it’s fiction.
it was a moving piece.
Well expressed in line with title. Nice one