“No...!” she wailed, as she was dragged out. “It was better to be dead than marry this scoundrel,” she looked disgustedly at the groom-to-be, a notorious man in the neighbourhood, infamous for his hungry, prowling eyes, looking for a victim to prey upon every chance he got; his target women.
What had she done to deserve this? She was being bullied into this matrimony. Her parents, neck-deep in debts were helpless. She spotted a chandelier, she had to escape fast! She remembered, she used to threaten to commit suicide in joke, maybe its time to carry it out for real.
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oh how very sad you've captured the hopelessness of her situation
ReplyDeleteHmm. I hope she finds a way other than death, though the situation does seem dire, doesn't it? Nicely done!
ReplyDeleteLoved how you used all three words beautifully in this story
ReplyDeleteLoved how you used all three words beautifully in this story
ReplyDeleteUsing a child as an asset to help them out when in financial trouble is despicable. From the writing point of view it certainly got me worked up!
ReplyDeleteA way of life for many still in the third world, particularly India.
ReplyDeleteI hope/wish she finds a better way out. Nicely woven sad sad tale.
ReplyDeleteThe world is a real bad place.
ReplyDeleteWhat a sorry scene you've depicted here. Sad.
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Hmmm. I suppose when a lass is desperate, anything can be used as a weapon of miss destruction! ;)
ReplyDeleteNice take to the prompt
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