Saturday, March 17, 2012


‘You bitch!’

The slap whipped her head right, knocking her off balance. He then shoved her hard, sending her sprawling backwards onto the sofa. He was on top of her before she could react, the buttons on her blouse popping off as he tore on the thin cotton.

‘Stop! Michael!’

He was drunk. Angry, vengeful and beyond reason.


Somehow she landed a knee to the groin and scrambled out from under him.

She dashed to the kitchen and grabbed a knife.

Michael staggered after her, bellowing insults.

She was surprised at how easily the blade slid between two ribs.

A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.

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