Her perfect marriage turned out to be a bruised visage and just when she thought her self-esteem couldn’t get any lower, his vile words and condescending demeanor bore down crushingly upon her.
She fled thankfully to her art classes spending hours painting away her suffering, as her classmate Bobby, recognized her anguish under desperately applied makeup and sad smiles.
He’d tried to approach her a couple of times after their last class ended but she firmly refused to talk about her personal life.
Finally, he left a note in her locker that said: You deserve better, please let me help, ending it with his cell phone number.
One day she simply stopped coming to class and two weeks later her savagely beaten body was found by some campers.
Bobby never forgave himself but made a vow the instant he’d heard the news of her demise; her tormentor and now murderer, would pay dearly.
Written for Six Sentence Stories