My story for this weeks Visual Dare has in my head all week, just waiting to be written, so I wanted to get it in before the deadline.
She sat in front of the mirror and rummaged through her
make-up to find it. The tiny bright blue concealer stick was her saviour. It
was tiny enough to keep with her at all times, and strong enough to cover the
bruising.
If she did it just right she only looked tired and not like
he’d been throwing one of his temper tantrums again. It brought less stares
from the neighbours too, which was always a good thing. They didn’t like that
sort of thing round here, although no-one had called the police yet. But they might
soon when her bump became more visible.
The strange thing was that the closer they came to becoming a
family, the worse he got. And for the first time she didn’t just fear for her
own safety; after all it wasn’t just about her anymore, was it?
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So scary that situations like this are real...very well written Miranda!
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