55 word fiction

A collection of 55 word stories written by various bloggers.

Chamique

He said I was beautiful. I believed him.
Before the lies over late dinners. Over complicated entrees. Steaming soup.

And the dinners grew cold as I waited. Soups were seasoned with hatred. Drizzled with disgust.

And now I can bear to look at myself.
Black eyes. Red blood. Blue bruises.
I really am beautiful sometimes.

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