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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
years
Now driven to this and there would be no
more tears.
How could things change in such a drastic
way?
What was the final act which led to this
day?
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
slaps-
No tears no words; thinking only of survival
perhaps.
With a deadly piece of cold blue steel
clinched tightly in hand
She’s determined to end this and carry out
her plan.
In a rage he approaches her as he has done
countless times before.
This is it, the final time; he will do this
no more.
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
be embossed.
Could it have been avoided before reaching
this conclusion?
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
hkfletcher@nc.rr.com
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