Stories related to domestic

Glass splintered into sparkling pieces on the floor. Her bare feet didn’t waver. She crossed, walking out the door. He swept, not looking up.

I sit by his bedside, waiting for some sign of life. For fourteen years I have lived thus, hanging on to hope. A faithful, wasted wife.

Their ashes rest in a single urn, marked only by name and date. She wanted a cross and an epitaph, but, alas, she died first.

She’s gone bad. Little liar. Got a spoiled milk mind. Smell the sour? You better throw her out before she makes them other kids sick.

Mother of three girls lied about doctor’s visit & told him it’s a boy, wanting to buy few months of happiness & care during pregnancy.

He grew weary of the constant wars, the killing, the screams of the dying filling his ears. He finally had to delete his Warcraft account.