Yay! Avery is back to participate in this week’s Monday Flash Fiction. Remember the flash is based on a picture, and the flash is supposed to be 500 words or less. Avery’s flash came in at 499 words. Woot woot! Thanks, Julie, for the editing help. *hugs*
So I don’t forget, here’s a link to the Monday Flash Group. Feel free to check out the other stories!
I want to give credit…the picture is from the Facebook site LGBT: Life Gets Better Together
Now, Avery’s story.
I sprinted for the safety of my car. The little old Honda chugged along at best, but had been my refuge on more than one occasion. I locked the doors and breathed a short sigh. At least my asshole father only assaulted me with words, not his fists.
This wasn’t the first time we’d had issues. Thank goodness for Mom. She did her best to keep Dad in check—she was the reason I wasn’t homeless. When she was at work, however, I was at his mercy. This morning was one of those times.
I bit my lip to hold back the tears that threatened to spill. I fought to still my trembling hands as I retrieved my cell. I had to call Dan. Needed to hear his strong, soothing voice. Continue reading “Monday Flash Fiction: The Mural”