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August 18, 2016

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Story 70

Lying down on the couch she brought her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. She stared blankly towards the closed window; unable to understand what had just happened. She lay there in the same position for a long time. She could not make sense of anything. Her boyfriend deserved an explanation but how could she explain to him something she did not understand herself. It had happened too fast.

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They had been together for almost a year now. What happened today had not happened ever. They were kissing and that’s when the memories were triggered, they came in flashes, like scenes from some movie, blurred visions – indistinctive faces. He had placed his hand on her waist and reached under her shirt to touch her bare skin. The blurred visions flickered away as she reacted to his touch. As they continued kissing his hand moved further north. She helped him out of his t-shirt and then led him to the bed. He had unbuttoned her shirt and continued kissing her ears, …

Story 65

She opened her apartment door and stepped inside. Closing the door behind her; she sat on the couch and closed her eyes. Her entire body ached because of the struggle she'd recently had with the man who had tried to rape her. She could still feel his breath on her neck and his hands on her body. She could still smell him, disgusting combination of sweat and perfume. She opened her eyes and stood up all of a sudden and walked to the door to check whether she had locked it. As additional security she used the door chain lock.

She was too exhausted but she had to get rid of the lingering effect the man had on her so she stepped into the bathroom and filled the tub with hot water and added bath salt. She stepped out of her clothes but before getting into the tub she stood under the shower and let the warm water run over her aching body. She scrubbed herself clean and then stepped in to the tub. Her aching muscles relaxed as she eased into the tub. She closed her eyes and tried to r…

Story 29

She stepped out of the house with flowers in her hand. It was raining; just liked the day it had rained when they met for the first time, just like the time they had gone on their first date, just like the time when they kissed for the first time, just like when they made love for the first time, just like when he proposed marriage to her, just like when they got married and just like the day he died.

She opened her umbrella and walked towards the cemetery. It had been four years now, he lay here buried next to his two year old son, their son. She walked over to the graves and placed flowers on each and sat down. She placed a hand over the grave of their son, hoping, like always that he was happy wherever he was. She turned towards his grave thinking about the last conversation they had. It hurt each time when the memories sneaked out and accused her for being the cause of his death.

Story 73

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