Stories related to violence

Frank’s time came at autumnal equinox. Awoken at sunrise by the hand of a beautiful woman; killed at sunset by the hand of his wife.

She sat in the dark, bat in hand while two younger sisters slept. The bedroom door creaked open; the bat splintered their big brother’s toe.

Pablo lost his only pair of shoes in a fight. His mother would never understand. He limped home, looking for flowers along the way.

All I had to do was grab the outstretched fingers. He begged me to help. I smiled and walked slowly away. I knew she would soon forget him.

The fragrance of almonds pervaded the kitchen. The last flavor he’d taste, she thought. Smiling, she carried the cookies up to the bedroom.

The earthquake threw and trapped them face to face under beams for two days, where they studied each other’s eyes and lips for a lifetime.