Jane Jago’s Daily Drabble – Sixty-Five

The door crashed open, and she could smell the booze. Her heart sank and she looked at last Saturday’s bruises which were only just fading from her arms.

He grabbed her by the hair and slammed her against the wall, backhanding her viciously as he did so. She made no sound, and he laughed harshly.

“Silence won’t save you this time.” He raised his booted foot.

The vegetable knife was only four inches long, but it was viciously sharp. 

She stabbed him again and again and again…

When she was sure he was dead she got back in her coffin.

©️jj 2018

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