Susie woke with a start. It wasn’t the first time, and for sure, wouldn’t be the last.
‘She’s my daughter, my kid, mine, mine!’
The defiant words of her father as he was dragged away remained as fresh as ever. The smell of stale beer and nicotine somehow still in her nostrils. She’d never forget the pain he caused her. The pain which will stay with her forever, even in sleep.
From the cot below the window, her own daughter gurgled and threatened to cry before falling silent once more. Beside her Jimmy snored. Outside another dawn began to break.
These words form this my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.