I stand there, eyes squeezed tight like he said. I know peeking would be wrong. This man is so kind. He took me in when my parents stopped coming home. I guess that makes him my Daddy now.
I’m hurt. I know that, though the man won’t tell me what’s wrong. Something inside of me is broken. So now I’m standing with my eyes closed. But I want to look so bad.
Music. Light shining behind my eyelids. One little look won’t hurt….
Today's Novel Idea Prompted by: "No matter what you hear, no matter how badly you want to, do NOT open your eyes." Courtesy of WonHundred Word Wednesday! Read the other responses: