March Contest

Innocently Guilty.

There was nothing left to be done. One glance backwards and no more.
The battered head, splayed brain matter and oozing blood was just enough.

He was dead.

She thought she would hit him and speed off. But he had missed a step and staggered into oncoming traffic.

She smiled.

The world was one more child less. A month ago, he had beaten her to a pulp and successfully turned her 6months pregnant tummy to a parade ground.

She picked her phone, dialed his mum’s number, her voice quaking with tears.
“Ma, I am so sorry, it is ᚢeun…”


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