She might have reconciled to being a divorcee if only the world, with its long and interfering nose, had left her alone.
The only thing that could spoil her sister’s wedding, her middle-class parents’ honour in society, and the next generation of children in the family, was the presence of a young divorcee at home, probably let loose because of her lack of virtue.
While signing the divorce papers, she had seen freedom at close quarters, and had been thrilled to be finally discarding the loveless, tortuous relationship that had offered her nothing but pain.
A year later, she was married to a former widower, hailed by her parents to be the best match any tainted girl could expect, and to be honest, he did shower her with riches upon coming home drunk every night.
She held on to her new-found riches with utmost care; they had come at the cost of the freedom which she had tossed away, like an offering into the fire.
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Five Sentence Fiction is about packing a powerful punch in a tiny fist. Each week, Lillie McFerrin posts a one word inspiration, then anyone wishing to participate can write a five sentence story based on the prompt word. The word does not have to appear in the five sentences, and is just for direction. This week: OFFERING.
Now every Friday on Saddi Delhi.