PHOTO PROMPT © Liz Young
When Mama shuts the door, I slump down in the corner of the tiny space and pull my knees to my chest. It ain’t cold. I just don’t like the dark, and the slit under the door barely helps. I sure can hear, though.
Daddy’s yellin’ and Mama’s whimperin’. It happens ‘bout every other day.
Then Mama starts screamin’ and shivers run up and down my body. She screams for a while, then it goes real silent. I’m afraid to get up, so I hold real still for what seems like hours.
When the door finally opens, it ain’t Mama comin’ to fetch me.
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 104 words.
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