The day should have been dreamy and filled with romance. They had spent it wandering around the beautifully restored town, hand in hand, with family and friends. She dreaded, however, the time when she would be alone with Marc. The razor sharp words, the pinches, the painful slaps in places where bruises would not show. No-one would believe that the charming and attentive man who was her husband could be so cruel. He seemed to thrive on her pain and confusion. Closing her eyes, she allowed the warmth of the sun to comfort her. Maybe today she would find the courage to escape.
What gives her the courage to leave Marc?
© Colline Kook-Chun, 2015
(This post was inspired by Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle. The challenge asks for bloggers to write a story in 100 words or less in response to the photo prompt.)