The Scar Unseen

Was she my friend or beloved, or more than that, I am still puzzled. We had grown up together. When she married, I could not but blame my fate.

 

After 10 years, out of the blue, I got a tip that she is now living in my town. While roaming in a mall yesterday, we walked into each other unexpectedly.

 

When I asked her about her life, she put a rosy picture in front of me. Wealth and affluence were all she had got. But the thick makeup on her left cheek was not enough to hide the red stains of a slap from her drunk husband last night.

 

I thought of asking but refrained, because some scars should lie under the veil.