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It was late at night but she was still in the kitchen. The knife cut away rhythmically, punctuating the eerie silence of their bungalow.
‘Was I too harsh on him?’ she thought to herself. ‘Maybe I overreacted.’ The knife came threateningly close to her fingers. ‘Which married couple doesn’t argue? We have argued in the past. We got over it. We would have this time too. Maybe I went too crazy. Maybe he was right. Maybe I deserved to get slapped.’ The knife cut her finger. She ran to the sink and washed her wound and clasped the finger with her other hand. She sighed. ‘I wish I could tell him how much I repent my mistakes. He would have believed me, if no one else ever did.’ She put the remaining pieces of him in the bag. ‘Maybe I was too harsh on him’.

General Flight Safety

“For a moment there, I thought we were toast! That manoeuvre around the storm was truly inspired.”

    “We are not destined to die here, Danial. God will guide us. Do not worry. Just make sure that the pilots stay unconscious.”

Word Count: 40
Linking this to the Fiction Challenge ‘From 15 to 50′

This is my first attempt at Shailaja's monthly 15 to 50 challenge. I might be a little late submitting this one. But I promise to be on time from the next time onwards. :D

Some great poetry has been submitted this time. Do check out the link above.

The prompts for this month were
1) Destiny
2) Jaws of Death
3) [pic] A praying Mantis* Eating a Worker Bee.
*It could as well be a cricket; I'm no entomologist. But a praying mantis is the meaning I took to come up with this story.