55 Word Fiction : Ma

The children sat protecting her, the youngest with a sickle in hand. The stench of mud, feces and blood made her vomit .

The eldest cried, "I killed him Ma. Now he will never get drunk and beat you". Her tears had dried up long before.

Her husband lay in front of her. Dead.

P.S. This is my first attempt at writing a "55 Word Fiction". I got the idea from Mou's blog. This is a true story which I read today in The Times of India.

I could have named it anything but I felt 'Ma' was the most approprite on. No particular reasons.