Visdare 29–Dulce et Decorum Est
The cigarette dangled unlit. Angela stared down at the legs. Those hateful, alien, aluminium caricatures of human flesh. They weren’t even articulated. They were there simply to weigh her down, strapped immovably to the raw, bloody stumps of her thighs.
She had been determined to kill herself, that day by the rail tracks. She had not imagined that life could be any worse than it was. God, she had been stupid. This was far worse. This was hell.
“Let me die!” she had screamed. They had ignored her, as usual.
“I don’t want to be saved!” she had sobbed. He had ignored her. As usual.
And now she was a captive of her own body as well as her psychotically covetous husband.
No, she decided, no. One way or another she would escape this misery. She would never walk again. So be it. She would simply sit here and starve.
This is an entry for Angela Goff’s Visdare challenge.
150 words – or less, no erotica or graphic violence.