Friday Fictioneers is a weekly blog link-up based on a photo prompt. The Challenge – write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle, and end. (No one will be ostracized for going a few words over the count.) The Key – make every word count. Up to the challenge? Join in!
Go Find Her; I’ll Tend to the Others
Wonder if they noticed I runned away. Doubt it. Sun’s done been up for hours. Prolly glad I’m gone. One less mouth to feed. Stupid meanies. I’m hungry. Wonder if them people in that house o’r there got any food. Wonder if they want a kid? Prolly nicer folks. Just look at that big’ol purdy house.
“Julia-Anna!” I jumped up quicker than water in hot grease.
“Goddammit!” Dad said. “Why the hell you sitting out here? Your mom’s damn sick over you.” I lowered my eyes to the weeds.
“Git your ass back home ‘for I beat it … now!”
100 words. Fiction. Feedback is always appreciated. Comments of any kind, really–so long as they are related to the post.
This one started from a tiny little voice, “don’t make me go back home,” she said. And the image of a little girl sitting alone revealed itself. She looked so sad, sitting there, kicking dirt, looking like the weight of the world was on her shoulders. I got into her head, and this is the story she told me.
What story comes to mind when you see that picture? Join in!
*Child abuse happens every day all across the world. The rich are no more immune than the poor, the religious no less likely than the non-religious. Never be afraid to report any suspicions. If you’re wrong, no harm will come. If you’re right, a life could be saved. Every state has a child abuse hotline open 24-hours a day. Investigations must happen within 24 hours. The identity of the reporting individual is never revealed to those being investigated.
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