The noise came from the stables, it sounded like
a crack of thunder.
Katya looked out from the garret as a dark liquid
streamed
from beneath the door
a river of it
His pet had been suffering for a long time.
The Prince couldn’t leave him like that. Besides the Veterinarian would’ve charged a fortune.
That was her reality. Go back inside. Forget about it.
Forget that he blamed her. Forget about the blood all over the walls. Forget the gallons of Clorox that couldn’t wash away his sin.
Katya knew it was the beginning of the end after the Prince shot her beloved Zeus. He was clearly deranged. She couldn’t erase the horror from her mind. The bloody mess her life had become.
He had a kill list. And it was long. She had a suspicion that her name was also on it.
After that they left for Barthelona.
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C. S. De Dona
Author, Poet, Photographer, domestic violence survivor, and naturalized immigrant, Cornelia is currently an Arts and Letters member of The Southwest Florida Branch of The National League Of American Pen Women.
Cornelia lived in Kaneohe, Hawaii, for thirty-six years. Also, seven years in the Mid-Hudson Valley of New York. She now resides in North Fort Myers, Florida.
Her poems and photography are published in print, online, and in Rain Bird, a literary and art journal of the University of Hawaii's Windward Community College (2008-2013).
In 2013, Cornelia received Rain Bird's Kolokolea Poetry Prize for her poem, "Speaking French."
In 2015 her chapbook "Hawaiian Time," entered in the National League of American Pen Women's Vinnie Ream contest, was awarded third place in their inaugural multi-discipline category.
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