The semi darkened face, the black and blue eye; the scratches over the body told a story quite evident. She was sorry she had imagined this to be a bond for life. She had weaved her joys around the little world she had created for herself; oblivious of the fact that the dark shadows would soon be lurking over her life.
She would have probably lost her sanity had she succumbed to his pressures of letting go of the unborn sweetness. Each day the walls turned in and before long she decided to draw out a kitchen knife on him.
Linking this to Write Tribe 100 words on Saturday 2014-4
Disclaimer: This fictional story is a figment of my imagination and does not bear resemblance to any person living or dead, whatsoever.
Also, linking this to Ultimate Blog Challenge– January 2014
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