Friday, January 16, 2009

55 Flash Fiction Friday #28: Chapter 20 - Mutthee



Some stories are the same in any language.
His fists stole the very air from her lungs and she only barely realized he had dragged her to the shed behind the stable. She fell to the floor inside like a sack of grain, a dull red haze of pain stealing across her vision. Then mercifully she fainted as the heavy door slammed shut.

Notes:
mutthee: fist
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6 comments:

G-Man said...

Mojo...This woman gets her ass kicked a lot!

You were Johnnie on the spot tonight son...Great job.

Thanks for visiting, thanks for playing, and have a Wonderful Week-End....G

Akelamalu said...

Oh no poor girl. You tell of such suffering in so few words. Great writing.

Lulda Casadaga said...

I don't think I can wait another week to see what happens...poor thing! I want to help!! :(

Mona said...

that one is the cruelest!

She needs to get way...Oh I guess she already did that...

or got him out of her way rather...:D

Shadow said...

ouch!!!!!!

ciara said...

my goodness....i feel every bit of this 55, very powerful. sad that this kind of thing still goes on all over the world. :-/