every Friday, compose a short story of 55 words - no more, no less. if you want to join in the fun and games and give it a try...post your story and report to the boss G-Man!
"THE BOX - Continued"
Her life had collapsed and she was restricted more with each passing year.
The occasional yes when she really meant no was easier than creating discord. Surely there was no harm in this.
However, the day finally came when it was always a yes, never a no, and she had become a lonely lost puppet.
Note: The following was LAST WEEK'S "55 Flash Fiction Friday":
Her eyes furtively slip to the small writing table. They dart from silver notebook to blue pen to pink cell phone. Her trembling, ambivalent hand reaches out and retracts.
If she calls, he'll contact the lawyer and win again. If she doesn't, she's the victim again and he wins.
Trapped in a box of fear.
(Photo credit: Anonymous - unable to locate proper credit)