Sarah lay in her bed wishing the day had never happened. She felt the pain in her ribs and worried they were broken, but she couldn’t go to the doctor. If she did, he’d kill her. She wanted to leave, but he would hunt her down. She saw no other way out. She’d kill him.
She waited and pretended that everything was just like always-she was quiet and submissive and never flinched when he called her stupid. She waited and healed without having gone to the doctor. She waited until the time was right. When she could wait no more, Sarah walked silently out to the garage and found the old rusty pipe from where they had replaced the well last summer.
She would wait no more to start living her life without fear. She had to begin being brave as she walked back into the house because if she failed, she would be the one to die. Slowly, Sarah opened the door to the bedroom where he slept. She crept closer, lifted the pipe above her head, and struck out with all her pent up anger and rage and humiliation. Then, for the first time in years, she sat on the floor and cried.
This piece was written for Magpie Tales. Thanks to Willow for providing the picture for inspiration. Visit her site to read more stories and poems based on the picture.