Eunice adjusted the cap to cover his face.
He was dressed in the same clothes he wore when he left but his once-bright yellow cardigan was brown-smudged and soiled.
Shame is a strange thing. He couldn’t be blamed for what happened to his mother, but he hadn’t done anything to protect her from the rage of his father.
Ridden with guilt he just slithered away to hide in sewers and alleys.
He was ten and it had to end.
He entered the house welcomed by whiffs of vodka and grease.
He pulled the knife from his pocket.
‘Father, I’m back’.
I had to think about what Nope meant. I guess for my protagonist the day had come to stand up to his abusive father… basically saying Nope.
Friday fictioneers really starts on Wednesday when Rochelle publishes her new story and the picture we all tries to find a story in.
September 9, 2020