What Was Right - Brief fiction

Everyday, he watched her few movements through his window. Most Saturdays, he made small efforts to help her in the mall. Every time, she smiled, his insides warmed. She was married and this feeling he was getting disturbed him. Her husband abused her always. He would sit by his window and listen across roofs each night as punches rained on her. He listened to her cries and tears welled his heart. She played the piano few times but all her strings sung out was sadness. He could tell she was tired of it all but there was nothing she could do than stay with her husband. Or maybe there was something he could do too.

Every evening, he'd slow whilst walking across the lawns that separated their roofs and take a peek as she wrote in the verandah with sad eyes. Then, that evening, he returned from work and she wasn't writing. Her wooden table didn't have any book it pen on it. He held his heart like a sledgehammer hit him. He remembered the cute smiles she gave him while he passed each evening and he shuddered. Night fell but he couldn't sleep. He got up from his bed and sneakily pranced around but he never heard her cries. He discovered he unconsciously preferred her cries to her silence. He couldn't go ask of her as her husband would beat her if he did. He had seen him slap her thrice one evening she had smiled at him. Weakly, he thought it would be alright and sleep caught him forcefully.

He didn't see her the next morning nor hear her voice. He couldn't think straight at all. And it continued for days. He was almost running mad. One more week, he got to know she had been in the hospital bed for the days and was dead. Her husband had abused her to death. He knew he had lost it.

She did what was right only. She tolerated like the society told her and she lost. The society didn't provide another married woman for him. He didn't see her again. What was right.

***Say NO to woman abuse! Say NO. God bless.***