Writing Hours

 To escape, you had to dismantle a whole wall which is probably why we’re here... 

  He raised his torso sharply from his bed and stared at him, meaning to scare him but found himself embarrassed. The man also stood his ground.   There he is, an outsider but still asserting his authority on knowing whether I went to bed with my own wife or not... He felt that last flicker of hope drifting out of reach as he straightened up to face him. 

 When she’d been divorced, their two families had agreed to return half his dowry to him. And to keep the communication flowing just in case the two people involved changed their minds. I t seemed no-one wanted to give up their own visions of her “happy” marriage.  As soon as they heard the latest news this time, his kinsmen sent them a messenger before she could catch her breath. They wanted the rest of the dowry back and it came with an attached threat; that if she ever set foot around his home again, she’ll have to take whatever she saw.