I look at our flag fluttering in the wind.
We’re the Home of the brave and land of the free, they say. Sadly, I’m neither of the two. My husband is a pile of trash, and the trash smells better. I despise him and his ways with me. However, I am bound in matrimony to him, as decided by our families. Five years ago, I wasn’t brave enough to say no and nor am I brave enough to do it now. However, what if bravery can win me my freedom?
I grip the kitchen-knife tighter as I hear him enter…
Word Count: 100
Prompt:
Friday Fictioneers 5th July 2019
PHOTO PROMPT © J Hardy Carroll
