Here’s what I found in the room below. Friday Fictioneers,with the indomitable Rochelle Wisoff, posts a photo on Wednesday as a prompt for a 100 word short story. Writers from around the globe stare at the picture and let their imaginations run wild. You can join if you like, there’s no fee. Click the froggy link below the story to see what others found in the scene.
I’m a little late posting this week. It’s been a busy few days, but that’s a story for another time. Here’s the one for today:
Frank crawled out of bed and stared at the stale pizza and empty wine bottle on the dresser. He jerked around at a sound behind him. A tousled head of black curls poked out from under the covers.
“Daddy?”
Frank shivered. He never thought he’d hear that word applied to him.
“What, boy?”
“Promise I’ll never have to go back to that place again?”
The man shook his head. Marietta had lied to him about the kid. Then she just left his son with her parents, knowing what a hellhole it was.
“Don’t worry, you’re safe. I’ve got you now.
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