• The sun shone brightly through her eyelids, a soft and gentle warmth on her face and exposed arms and legs.

    The grass she laid upon poked through her cotton dress and tickled her calves.

    A cool breeze swept through the trees nearby and blew at her long, chestnut-coloured hair.


    The corners of blush pink lips curled up and she smiled. She was grateful for this moment in her life. This bliss and peacefulness, beauty and inner-calmness. She was content to lay here forever.

    She breathed in deeply and sighed. Her fingers wove into the grass around her, feeling the spiny texture of the greens.



    The breeze carried a sigh to his ears.

    He gripped the wooden handle tightly, his knuckles white and nail marks indented into his palm.

    His grey t-shirt billowed in the wind, the cloth flapping about wildly.



    His eyes leered at the woman, not too far away,
    and still within reach.




    He walked his way over to her, the boots on his feet silent and muted by the clapping of leaves on the tree.


    A shadow suddenly blocked out the light shining on her before.

    Thinking it was a cloud, her pale blue eyes fluttered open.



    He stood over her
    axe in both hands
    brought above his head



    swinging hard
    and never once considering to stop
    himself from taking



    this woman's life



    her eyes wide open


    and mouth forming


    a scream


    but it never passes her lips



    a gurgling sound.


    her arms were raised to stop him



    but she had no chance.


    blood quickly filled the cut he made in the dirt


    it overflowed and trailed down into


    the once floral pink dress her husband bought her. now stained



    with her own blood, bright cherry in the afternoon sunlight.


    a single drop of sweat trickled down his grimacing face, but he wasn't upset.






    she was nothing to him anyway

    just another woman in this world

    made of hate and ridicule

    how proud he was!

    to have helped rid of one more.