No more tears, no more pain, no more… this ends here. I look up at my soon to be ex-husband, tied up and beaten, just like he did to me for years. “Goodbye honey…” I smile as I cock the gun, “…see you soon”.
This weekend we’re revisiting an early Trifextra, our second ever. The challenge is to write a complete story in only three sentences.
OK, this was originally going to end differently, but that happened…