I can’t hold still and the jar almost drops. It’s heavy. Almost bigger than I am. Don’t know how I made it into the kitchen.
“Mama, I made a game. Wanna play?”
She doesn’t look up. She’s sad again, but this will make her happy. I just know it!
“Look, Mama.” I take two more steps and try and try to lift it, but disaster strikes.
There’s glass everywhere. And batteries. Instead of making Mama smile, she’s screaming. At me. Like Daddy does to her.
I bow my head. Maybe I deserve it.
I just wanted to see her smile.
Friday Fictioneers is a weekly flash fiction prompt where we are given a photo and asked to write a 100 word story – beginning, middle and end. This one came in at 100 words.
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