Running Away

She looked at herself in the mirror. Not at all the person who really stood there. Hating the face she seen, although beautiful, her eyes seen horror. A shell of the woman she was.

Putting on minimal makeup to cover her decline, she leaves with bags packed, false passport and depleted bank account of her and her loving, unsuspecting husband's life savings.

As she parks at the airport, her cell rings. Her children's bus had crashed and all parents were needed at the local hospital. Hers were among the ones hurt. Her alarm clock coincided with her blood curdling scream.