A thought of setting it to flames creeps into my head, as I stare at our wedding album that laid on the dressing table. A chuckle escapes my mouth, as I stroke it gently and reminisce about the other night.
"Woman, you think I married you for fancy? I didn't give you permission to associate with your colleagues after working hours? You dare to defy me?"
And, I embrace another session of tongue-lashing and savage beatings.
Mama said it was a woman's responsibillity to keep the home together, regardless of whatever happened. Sipping my hot cup of tea, I nodded. She'd be proud of my endurance level.
A voice screams within. Its elastic limit is gradually been stretched to the last straw. I ignore it, as I wear make-up over my black eyes.
"Hush little baby, don't you cry..."
I hear the echoes of his rant as he climbed the stairs, shouting my name. I take a deep breath, as he twists the doorknob. Its gonna be alright, babe. Its only for a while.
Any moment from now, any second from now...
Don't you just love flash fiction...