This is my entry for Sue Vincent of The Daily Echo’s #writephoto.
The prompt this week Stark.
I have picked a sad but I feel relevant subject.
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Her options were stark. Put up with things as they were, carry on coping with the mental abuse, the harsh words and those painful silences that could last for days. Or leave, home, give up her whole life and this view?
She knew that she had really left it too late. Over sixty and nowhere to go, really, that was no choice. Trapped as always walking on broken glass.
To the outside world they were the perfect couple, always ready to help others. She was so lucky to have such a kind and gentle husband….. Holidays, cars, presents.
She should of put her foot down when he had the affair shut the door when he left. Why let him back he’d lead a double life for years …. But that was finished now.
Wasted chances, too many options had gone by the by. Was she lazy, stupid or just plain afraid of the unknown? Was she all the things he shouted at her?…her eyes stung at the thought of that.
After a while, she thought you just stop fighting back and believe the propaganda. She had woken up one morning and realised she had nothing left to fight for, no fight left in her.
Suddenly the starkness of her situation hit her… Even her beloved view looked stark . She drained her coffee and went back indoors.
