A Murder Scene
Word Count: 863 “Would you still love yourself?” I asked myself while looking in the mirror. I’ve been married to my husband for years, and I cannot cope with the thought of telling him the truth about who I am. I cannot think about the repercussions of telling him all that I have done. I walked out of the bathroom and back to the kitchen where I had started preparing tonight’s dinner to see the ham that I had left in the sink overnight was completely dethawed. “Leah?” I heard him call me from the hallway, and I stopped what I was doing. “Goodbye my love, I’ll see you later tonight,” he said while grabbing onto my waist and kissing me goodbye. “Bye… Aiden.” My anxiety over these secrets has grown worse, and I can no longer keep them to myself, I thought. I can’t just let him walk through the door and away from me without telling him the truth. “Aiden wait!” He dropped his car keys on the floor from how startled he was, and just stared at me for a ...
This is so good!!!!
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