Yes, I killed my husband.
To the world he was an awfully rich man.
To me he was a demon.
He tried to outrage my child’s modesty.
I could not do anything else then.
The kitchen knife was at hand.
Just four inches into his body and he was gone.
To me he was a habitual sexual offender, nothing else.
Written in context of CSA (Child Sexual Abuse).
For Leo’s 600th post celebration.
Hope we get to read a lot more from him in future.
The 599th post of I Rhyme Without Reason sees Anwesa Nanda, versatile writer and a good friend to me since early days of this blog, come as guest here. Thanks Anwe for gracing my blog with this very poignant 77 fiction. Anwesa blogs at My Life & Times.