By tnkerr

She looked up at him and said, “You can’t hurt me anymore, Marcus. This isn’t like the last time. I’m stronger now, more resilient.”

Pulling the knife from her chest, she smiled and daubed the wound with her fingertips, “Damn, that’s gonna leave a scar.”

She spun the blade around flinging crimson droplets about the room.

Marcus held up his now empty hands and stepped away from Pam, his eyes imploring.

He missed the first step and tumbled down, ass over teakettle, stopping only when he lay crumpled and broken on the landing.

She still held the knife,

still smiled.

6 thoughts on “Enough

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s