Lightening flashes thru d window,wind blows leave a faint creak on d roof,its so dark but trudging along d empty house wit a hart full of unhappiness,fear & despair.A hart broken,shattered bcos of dreams not coming true,bcos of promises broken she wondered her way in2 d kitchen reaching for d cabinet where he left his private stash of brandy.Although not knowing she picked 45yr old brandy.if she had not bin filled wit rage she wud have noticed it was d brandy dey got on their trip to Monaco.Twisting d cap wit reckless abandon she took a long swing of d lovely brandy she knew bcos d taste hit rite in d gullet.
Wit a half empty bottle in one had & kitchen knife in anoda she stumbled out of d kitchen knocking ova d vase she bought at a auction in Tokyo.Tears now flowed down her cheeks.she didn't cry but grunted liked a crazed pig hungry looking for food no matter wat it was.Then she stopped......................
part 2 coming
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