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….
♥/Kat!e
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:
2 comments:
Poor girl! I'm curious to know what she'll see. Nicely done. :)
Ah! This one left me with serious heebie-jeebies! (What happens next?!)
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