Monday, 2 June 2014
Opening the door........
He had left for work.
The clock told her that she still had an hour, before her little one woke up.
All those moments of physical and emotional abuse swam before her eyes.
She wanted to cry out the frustration of her embittered heart.
Yearning for solitude, she looked at the door, that promised her some freedom.
She checked the time. Very little time to act.
Meticulously, she gathered what she needed, and opened the door.
Here was the place where she could wash away her sorrows.
Sighing , she turned on the shower for the pampering stream of hot water.