Friday Fictioneers – The Closed Door


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.

Click on the blue froggy to read other amazing 100-word stories!

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