Bruised [Visual Dare]
150 words - or less
She looked closely, scrutinizing the shading, the diversity of colors. "Do you think it's okay?" she asked quietly.
"Of course it is. No one will notice. Forget about it." Her husband turned away, dismissing her as usual.
"But I worry-"
He stopped just short of the door. "Stop worrying. No one will know anything unless you tell them." He spun around, "And you're not going say a word. Agreed?"
She hung her head and nodding just enough to send him on his way and went back to her examination. She mumbled, "Maybe he's right. But he doesn't have to be such a dick about it though. He knows I'm a perfectionist. Everything needs to be perfect."
With a sigh she wiped a tear from her eye, pulled a small knife from the drawer and started slicing the bruised peaches for her cobbler.