Staring in the mirror, she understood why he had taunted her with "black and blue". Her purple cheek continued to swell, pulling and distorting the right side of her face. She touched the cool wash cloth to her eye, jerking as the material stung her red hot skin. Downstairs, glasses shattered as they hit the hardwood, bottles rang as they fell together. Then silence - frightening silence.
Yikes! Okay, I'm in the story and I'm worried for her now, what happens next? ... Good writing Jo, strong and involving.
ReplyDeleteI agree! I want to know what happens next. My heart ached for this woman. You've painted a dark picture, but the words are beautiful. The last sentence echos with possibilities! Well done.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful! I'm worried about her too! I really like this piece :)
ReplyDeleteLove that last line!
ReplyDeleteThank you all for taking the time to read my writing and comment. I really appreciate your time and insights!
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