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Unspoken Words

by Sara Pufahl

She knew what she had to say in order to stay alive - three little words. His eyes had that wide eyed, ready to fight with the devil look again and nothing would calm him down but her capitulating to his will once more. His screaming turned to smacking, her crying to numbness. His hands shook as he loaded the gun. Every other time she said what he wanted to hear, made it sound good and believable - though her love had withered and died long ago - but this time there was no way she could choke out the lie. Some things were worth dying over.

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Sara Pufahl writes about her novel writing pursuits at Aspiring Romance Writer. She will either finish her first novel or go crazy trying.

4 comments:

madam z said...

A powerful story, Sara. I would just like to see a postscript, in which she wrestled the gun away from him and said *these* three little words: "Die, you bastard!"

The Wandering Author said...

What can I say, when Madam Z already said it better?

It's a great story, Sara.

Julia said...

There is only one word to describe that story...WOW! Great writing, Sara! Keep up the good work!

Saoirse Redgrave said...

Very well done.

~Saoirse