Unhappy or Ungrateful?

A stale slice of bread with the heart cut out.

She squinted hard to unsee it, but there it was on her plate… like the slice that was her life.

Cold, heartless, lacking warmth… Did she deserve it?

The wind rattled outside, the last of the logs was smoldering, it will be dark soon… darker and colder…

“At least you weren’t killed or raped, you ungrateful bitch!”

She looked up at him with hollow eyes… He was right, the war had been kind to her. While it took others’ lives, all it took from her was her heart.

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98 words for Friday Fictioneers this week.

Prompt:

hearty-bread

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