It’s Friday  again! Madison Woods has provided a photo, and Fictioneers across the world have responded with their thoughts.

Today’s prompt led me on a dark path.


Her joy!

He had taken it all!

When he cut down her garden

Healing plants destroyed

Like her spirit.

The words, the hateful words!

The weeping plants

Show the wounds.

Attacked again,

How many hours and days had passed?

She sat there, unable to move

Bowed, but not yet beaten!

Never a mark, no bruising to show

The unseen blood of her heartbreak.

Even the stubble oozed tears.

The food he demanded

And he had eaten.

Had been prepared.

She waited for freedom;

He would make no more demands.

Come spring, new growth,

Regeneration, Freedom