They argued with such vitriol that they paid no attention to the child standing between them… until it was too late.
He was staring at them, bemused. His lips trembling and his vision blurred, as tears formed circles at the verge… they asked him to wait.
He could hear a Zillion voices in his head, like those of explosions or quakes, but he needed to get away and so he kept running straight.
On reaching his room he locked himself shut, those voices dying slowly as they gave up a fruitless chase… he now cursed his fate.
Years of love had been forgotten in their instant moments of hate; life forced mercilessly a halt, to their ‘happy forever’ state.
Looking back now, he still cries to date… a ruined wreckage of memories, and his ever-growing hate.
Today’s Writing Prompt.
[She signed the document first, then he signed next to her name.…]