
“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.
(100 words)
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.
Poor girl – I hope she gets away safely. Good take on the photo prompt.
Susan A Eames at
Travel, Fiction and Photos
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Thank you. I hope she gets away safely too.
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Aww I want to give her a hug!
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I do too.
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once again, you left us in suspense. 🙂
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I do that a lot, don’t I? 😀
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Another sordid tale of child abuse. Feels so sad.
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Sounds like a very precarious situation, I hope she can run fast enough
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I hope so too.
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What kind of foster parent hunts down the child? I hope there’s a happy ending but I have my doubts.
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The kind that’s ruthless and cruel. Ugh, I watch too much TV.
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It’s a true horror when you would rather die than return to a “safe” foster home.
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Great suspense.
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Thank you.
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