“Where are you, girl?” She heard the angry man shout. “I know you’re here somewhere.” She pressed her hands over her mouth and held her breath. I’m not going back. I’m not going back, she thought, trying to be calm. “Come out now before I go hard on ya.”
She glanced around, looking for an escape route but there was none. If she stepped out from this column, she’ll be exposed and there was no doubt he brought his shotgun. I’ll have to make a run for it, she decided. There’s no way I’m going back to this foster family.
Each week, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields-Addicted to Purple hosts Friday Fictioneers where we’re challenged to write a piece of flash fiction in 100 words, more or less, based on the picture above.