That day still pricks my memory, a cold Thursday in August. His boss had been giving him crap all day and he came home in a haze of anger. Just a slap. He walked away. Crawling into bed that night, remorseful child, he promised never again.
That other day pricks my memory, too. That Thursday in July. The factory closed, no one saw it coming, just like the punch that shattered my nose. The trip to the emergency room. Another lie. Another promise. He’d gotten a shock. ‘No more,’ he said.
That rainy Thursday in November, he’d been drinking all day. I came home to find him on the kitchen floor. I knew what disturbing him would get me so I left him there. Two hours later, at five to midnight, he stormed into the bedroom—I turned just in time to meet the kick. The baby I’d carried flushed away, ten weeks of life. I didn’t want it anyway. He blamed it on the beer. It wasn’t like him to hit a woman. He wasn’t like his daddy.
That snowy Thursday in the Boar’s Head, just after New Year. My hands shook more every time he sipped as the dread took over. I spilled my drink. It stained his shirt. He stained my cheekbone purple and red. They let him go the next day. Domestic dispute—ours to fix. ‘And we will,’ he said.
That cloudy Thursday that ended it all. I’d hidden the knife under my pillow. I grabbed it as he came for me. His hands found my neck but the knife found his gut. His eyes found my pain. The sheets went in the bin. I didn’t want them anyway. Too many memories. I’d already dug the hole. The ground was soft, it didn’t take long. Behind the shed where he belongs. His head hit every step on the way down. Pity he couldn’t feel it like I had.
The flowers that grew up the fence beamed at me. Something good had come of him. He’d always hated roses. ‘Expensive, ugly and full of crap—just like you.’ he’d said. His anger couldn’t fight through the layers of mud. His fists melted and burst, like my face had before. That bright, warm Thursday in May, I smiled, and it finally felt natural.
About the author:
I am a 26 year old support worker, currently writing in my spare time but hoping to one day earn a living from writing. I have been published on the Reader’s Digest website (my first entry into the 100 word story competition was commended) and on flash-fiction-world.com in November 2012 and in their 4th anthology in April 2013, and my short story, Robbie’s Village, is now available on amazon for kindle, courtesy of Pentalpha Publishing Edinburgh. I send of short stories to various different publications, but am also working on my first novel and a collection of short horror fiction.