Friday Fictioneers: For the Last Time


Please Note: 100% fiction!

Sitting curled in the darken corner with one arm hugging her legs while the other outstretched, trembling with a kitchen knife, Susan sobbed.

Across the room, her father was on the floor, mouth gaped and eyes opened, looking at her. He was dead as a doornail, after she stabbed him 20 times, after he came home drunk and touched her inappropriately for the last time. That was enough.

She’d pushed him away. He stumbled backward, giving her enough time to run to the kitchen to pull a knife from the block. He laughed.

Sometimes, fear can lead to many things.

(100 words)

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16 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: For the Last Time

    1. Thank you. Your comment is making me imagine all the different scenarios of how it will play out once the cops get involved. Most of them are not good.

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    1. I think it’s pretty open for personal interpretation. I suppose each reader will feel different things. I, personally, felt only fear with a hint of anger when reading this story.

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