It was a morning like any other

yet a morning like no other.The footsteps were faint,the odd creaky floorboard the sound of which I got accustomed to over the years and had grown to love,then the footsteps  became louder and closer. I turned round and said smiling-good morning,monkey. His right arm shot out and the hand fell on my face, the thick of the palm hitting me in the right eye. Rooted to the ground I felt my eyes swell up. He came closer,the fury in his face intensified,ready to pounce again. This time he is going to kill me,I thought.Unable to move I was looking at him awaiting my fate. Staring at each other like a hunter and his prey,tears running down my cheeks,the pain in the eye making its presence.  Kill me,I whispered,get it over with,do it.It is all your fault,he screamed. What have I done? You shouldn't have turned your back on me. I was making breakfast,scrambled eggs with onions just as you like them,and had to wash some dishes,I said, not letting go of his gaze, the instinct for survival kicking in and getting stronger and stronger. This was not the morning I was going to die. No,this was not the morning I was going to let my husband kill me.