Entering the room she wore a minatory look.
What was about to occur was as clear as
words in a book.
She had endured this abuse for a number of
Now driven to this and there would be no
How could things change in such a drastic
What was the final act which led to this
Question after question plagued her mind;
Forgive and hide were acts within she could
no longer find.
Her body now numb from years of punches and
No tears no words; thinking only of survival
With a deadly piece of cold blue steel
clinched tightly in hand
She’s determined to end this and carry out
In a rage he approaches her as he has done
countless times before.
This is it, the final time; he will do this
His hand is raised and clinched into a fist,
Then a deafening bang; time seems to stop;
now a homicide exists.
She has ended the years of physical abuse
but certainly at a cost,
For this killing would forever in her mind
Could it have been avoided before reaching
Maybe, but thinking it would resolve on its
own was just an illusion.
© Kent Fletcher
April 24, 2012
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Kent Fletcher retired as Deputy Chief of the Durham NC
Police Dept. He served with that department for 301/2 years. He is a graduate
of the 162nd session of the FBI National Academy and has an AA and BS degree in
Justice Administration from Guilford College. Writing short stories and poetry
has become a part-time hobby. He can be reached at