Shortz 1

Knifed

The thing lay in front of her. A disgusting sight. She knew what she must do. Fear gripped her. An overwhelming desire to leave it all behind and just run away. She knew she could be happy. Perhaps she would move to a new place. She knew how to weave. All the women had always praised her ability with the needle. If only......She looked at her knuckles. They had become bone-white from gripping the hilt of the blade too hard. She felt sick. There was a pit forming at the bottom of her stomach, and her insides were churning.There was no escape. She raised the sharp, gleaming tool, and plunged it in......

Being a chef like her daddy was too hard.

Author's NotesThis is a macrotale. A term of my own invention(as far as I know), a macrotale has not lass than 115 words and not more than 130 words. Copyright Attribute, which means one may use this format, but has to leave a visible(to any and all who may read such a tale of your own devising) template which reads:(C) Soumik Dasgupta Macrotale Format 2016 OR(C) SoumikDasguptaMF16 

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SDG16Soumik Dasgupta(Author)25th April, 2016; 12;56 post meridiem(p.m)

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