Flash Fiction: Thorns


Life is a bliss. She presumed. Until she met her man. The man, who would do anything to make her smile. The man, who until they got married had always loved her through and through. The man, who seemed so different from what he had been when they started their courtship. The man was no longer her prince charming. But an animal looking to devour his catch. She detested him now, to the core. So much so that his mere presence made her feel devastated. Life was no longer a bed of roses. Life was more about the thorns. Thorns that poked her skin deep. Deeper than the void that the man had created with his presence in her life. 

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