09 Monday Oct 2017
Posted in Fiction
She knew life was not just a bed of roses. Count the blessings more often to get the prickly thorns out, she learned that early on.
Then again it wasn’t the terminal illness that killed her. The toxic relation she was in mercilessly sucked the life out of her long before her tumor proved to be fatal.
Why life was just a bed of thorns for her, remained a mystery to her.
A five sentence fiction for Day 3 of Write Tribe Pro Blogger Challenge prompt – Terminal.
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