Mercy

Mercy
It’s 2 AM in the morning and he is sitting outside his home with the brown street dog who broke a leg last month , feeding him the biscuits from his pocket. He somehow manages to save some shillings every night for the biscuits before spending it all on getting wasted and drunk. He patted the dog as it wagged it’s tail. Stumbling and finding it hard to stand up, he felt out of his senses. Tightening his grip on the bar he alights the steps and ring the door bell. His wife opens the door with shaky hands.Every night he arrives in this inebriated state and shakes her world upside down and today would be no different. He pushed her in whilst hurling abuses.”Dinner” he yelled and she ran in to warm up the food.”Shoes you woman” he yelled again and she ran back to him to take off his shoes. He pulled her by her hair while she asked for mercy “please don’t shout, the kids just went to bed” she pleaded. Irked he pulled the chair and smashed it on to the ground.The sound was terrifying and she controlled her shriek by closing her mouth with both her hands…(To be continued..)

For The Daily Post : Prompt : Mercy

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