The Hussy

Trifecta: Week Ninety-Three

 

This week Trifecta wants us to use the following word prompt, using the third definition and  containing between 33-333 words.

GRACE (noun)

 

And here is what my mind conjured up,nothing new I am afraid 😛

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The Hussy

His handsome face and twinkling blue eyes had a charm of their own. But, he was a Philanderer. Every girl in town knew that. Yet his suave ways made their hearts flutter each time he smiled or flirted with them.

Then she arrived in town. Her class showed in her lady like mannerisms. She was grace personified.

These two were as different as chalk & cheese but fate conspired. They fell in love and surprising everyone and shocking some, got married!

Two years flew by as if in a dream!

One fine morning there was a ruckus at the local inn. A sexy siren had taken up residence in the neighbourhood. Soon, all the men made a beeline to have a look at this eye candy. Their women folk quickly labelled her “Hussy”.

The hussy’s arrival upset the apple cart for the happily married couple. Hubby’s errant heart, was enamoured of the new charms on display.

The wife watched silently-never a word of protest or any un-lady like behaviour.

Then horror of horrors, he did the unthinkable and brought the Hussy home.

Slowly, six months passed .Then, one night, when the wife was away, the Husband was found murdered in his bed, the jeweled hilt of the antique dagger sticking out from his chest, crimson blood dripping from the wound, in a pool.

The police was called in. Though the Hussy protested her innocence, her fingerprints on the dagger and the family jewels stashed in her room, along with the discovery of a train ticket in her name, sealed her fate.

The evidence was conclusive and she was sentenced to life imprisonment.

At the funeral, the widow, dressed in black, looked bereft yet dignified. Everyone admired her courage and the respect for this lady grew every passing moment. Accepting the condolences, her lips moved softly-only her bright eyes, heavy with unshed tears to a casual observer- held a secret-a secret that would go untold, to her grave...

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36 thoughts on “The Hussy

    • Ha!ha!Thanks for stopping by Shanique and thks for the comment too:-)What can I say except that when the heart is hurt,even the gentlest sometimes resort to using underhand means-right or wrong,every deed has a price-we all have to be ready to pay that 🙂

  1. And she is back!!!
    Glad to be reading you again, you philandering, murderous, deceitful… oh no, wait. That would be your fictional characters… haha
    Cheers, Atreyee!

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