Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers
Thank you Etol bagam for the photo!
With closed eyes I let the wind to push me its way. The water spray from the cascade washed my face. the cold weather made me the only visitor in the bridge that day. A dreadful sensation in my arm broke my serenity. I remembered, it was the same nasty feeling that I’m running from. As always, in public he was smiling then the private session of beating will follow. I wanted to shout but my voice betrayed me. I tried to pull my arm away but he only kept smiling and shocking my hand. I fought like never before. the look changed in his face, I was tougher this time. The wind became stronger and helped me to push him over the bridge. He clasped my hand, begged for help. Without hesitation, I grabbed my shoe, stab his hand with the heel. He screamed as he was falling. This sight gave me a taste of justice I longed for.
word count : 160
Houda becoming author 
Wonderful story! She got rid of her abuser! Loved the way she took the heel of her shoe and made him let go of her arm. Welcome to Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writers! We are happy you have found us!
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the pleasure is all mine thank you of your lovely comment .
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You’re welcome! My pleasure!
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Wow a way to end the abuse and liked the sense of justice that the protagonist felt…..nicely done.
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thank you I really appreciated your comment
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It seems the abused girl took justice into her own hands. There is only so much an abused person can take before they snap. Nicely told.
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yeah sure the abuser think that the victim will not revolt but they always wrong. there is a breaking point when the victim become stronger and not afraid of the abuser and then revolt.
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Do you have a ‘like’ button? I feel I must be missing it somewhere …
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sorry for the delay the like button is up next to reblog and reader and follow
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