The light and dark swirls in the marble distracted her from the truth she was hiding from. Her husband towered above her in his black suit, the ice cold stare emanating from his eyes slicing into her and destroying any sense of safety and security she thought she had in the beautiful home they built together. What was undeniable in her moment of terror was that the fear she ran from before would never leave her.
It popped its evil head up in new homes with new husbands.
The cycle was irrefutable.
The clarity of the moment.
Love shouldn’t hurt.
The word for this flash is MARBLE with a word limit of 100. This hot flash comes in at 100.
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