Friday, November 28, 2008

55 Flash Fiction Friday #22: Chapter 15 - Pinjraa


Some stories are the same in any language.
If the whisky robbed him of his virility it was worse. He blamed her when that happened, and she bore the bruises from those times sometimes for days. She tried to resist him once in those early days. And she learned just how cruel and malignant his heart truly was. Those scars would never fade.

Notes:
pinjraa: cage
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7 comments:

G-Man said...

The frustrations of a 'Whiskey Dick'..What a brute!
Thanks for visiting and contributing Mojo, Have a Great Week-End...G

Rastaman said...

It is amazing how you fit a lifetime in your 55 words.

Thanks for visiting my blog.

magiceye said...

superb narration.

Thank you so much for your concern and good wishes.

Happy Thanksgiving.

ciara said...

nothing worse when the abuser lets alcohol have more control. i get so angry reading this thinking of all those women (and some men, too) who suffer abuse...but you get the story told. thank you.

tiff said...

hoo boy...that last sentence says a mouthful.

snowelf said...

I hope his liver rots.

--snow

Mona said...

Snow, his whole body is rotting now, not only his liver :D

Great 55ve mojo. I love the way your story is going. More, more!