There was a challenge in Thelondonpaper, my favourite daily and I thought I’d send in this entry as a short 100 word story!
Treading on eggshells, that’s what I do day to day. When I hear the door open, a heartwrenching fear grips me. What mood will the one I loved be in? Today, he’s been drinking. I can smell that stench. I have to be brave. Get through this day. My escape is imminent. How will I get away from him safely? My friend has texted. Meet me on 8th Jan, she says. I sense an urgency. Does she know my plight? Should I open up and spill the beans, of my miserable existence, hoping to be saved? A grave decision indeed.