Short Story: Leaving a Mark

A short story about marks. And the leaving of them.

Margo didn’t know what hit her. But she knew it left a mark. She saw it in the mirror every day for most of the week. Mark told her they’d both been drinking and she had taken a tumble down the stairs. She knew this could not be true. And so she left Mark, which was the final thing to do. And correct too. She felt where the bruise had been for years. Right under her eye. It always drew a tear.