Sammie Wilson

 'A professional writer is an amatuer who didn't quit' - Richard Bach
I didn't quit. 

My Journey - Free Fiction

Wrong Kind of Love

Posted by Sammie on September 2, 2011 at 10:20 AM


She dropped her eyes from his as a sign of her compliance. The backhand across her face stung as the force damn near snapped her neck. The blood that regularly spills trickled from her growing lip and the feeling of panic closed her throat as his hands wrapped around her small neck. Escalation. She knew for many years it was going to come to this. She'd packed her bags. She was finally leaving. Ten years. Now too late.

Categories: Short Short Stories

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