She wished she knew then what she knew now

I love these 100 words on a Saturday challenges over at Write Tribe. It's always fun to write one and to read what other writers come up with.

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They are such a great exercise in making every single word count. I'm certainly much more aware of using filler words after Corinne Rodrigue's great article accompanying last Saturday's prompt about filler words to avoid. I never realized how much I overuse all those words so now when I use one, I quickly delete it. 

The prompt this week is: She wished she knew then what she knew now.


Jenna adjusted the itchy blonde wig over her brown hair and put on oversized sunglasses. Luckily the heavy makeup covered most of the bruises.

Carrying her battered suitcase, she limped towards the bus queue, clutching her ticket in her trembling hand. She wasn’t sure where this bus was headed but she didn’t care.  As long as it was far away from Max, that was good enough. He would never find her. She would change her name and start a new life elsewhere.

She wished she knew then what she knew now.

No man would ever hurt her like that again.

Comments

  1. UnknownMay 20, 2014 at 9:51 AM

    Great story. I am sure this happens more than one would think! It is sad that anyone would even have to consider running away to hide and become someone else to be safe.

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  2. Battered HopeMay 20, 2014 at 10:04 AM

    Brought back memories :( Very good, gripping story

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  3. Shailaja VMay 20, 2014 at 10:20 AM

    Ah, the destruction caused by abuse. How many women fall prey to good looks and charm, only to find the monster beneath. A tragic tale, told with finesse, Cathy.

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  4. JayantaMay 20, 2014 at 10:28 AM

    Yes, every word counted... Griping and tight indeed. Hope this never happens to anyone in real life...

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  5. Debbie D. May 20, 2014 at 9:57 PM

    Gripping tale and so well-written. Kudos!

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  6. rudraprayagaMay 20, 2014 at 11:49 PM

    A sweet short fiction.

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  7. Corinne RodriguesMay 21, 2014 at 12:43 AM

    I'm so glad she got away! A very powerful piece, Cat!

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  8. AnonymousMay 21, 2014 at 3:46 AM

    How painful! But its always better to break free that to be silently endure!

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  9. Vidya SuryMay 21, 2014 at 5:23 AM

    I love it, Cat! Hugs. Great ending. Or beginning, eh?

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  10. UnknownMay 21, 2014 at 8:19 AM

    Sometimes you got to do what you have to do to survive. I am glad she escaped. Great story! ♥

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  11. Sreeja PraveenMay 22, 2014 at 1:50 AM

    This is a new beginning, Cathy !! Loved her decision !

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  12. Swathi ShenoyMay 23, 2014 at 7:37 AM

    u have brought out her pain and determination to start afresh so well!

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  13. AnonymousMay 23, 2014 at 8:54 AM

    Amazingly written on her quest for freedom and human dignity. That's how it should be.
    http://vishalbheeroo.wordpress.com/2014/05/22/100-words-on-saturday-100-words-on-saturday-2014-14/

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  14. IndywritesMay 27, 2014 at 12:41 PM

    Pain makes some people stronger. Glad she faced it and ran away. Running is not wrong, it is better than facing abuse every day. Powerful message.

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