Posted in Life and After

The Pink Sweater

Shivering, she pulled the Pink Sweater tightly around her body like a cocoon when the Police arrived.

He had been high on coke and didn’t struggle much when, with shaky hands, she had twisted the sweater around his neck.

He will never hit her again.

Image by Raychan on Unsplash



I am an Instructional Designer, avid reader, small-town woman and working mother with a fish-eye perspective. I have just published my first book, The Forest Bed and other short stories. If you like my stories on this blog, feel free to Like, Comment, Reblog and Share. You can reach me at or through my Facebook page

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