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Friday Fictioneers – The Beast in the Bottle

ff160414We always knew when Daddy had been drinking. His key would rattle around in the lock until it almost broke – his dinner lying cold and uneaten on the table. We’d hear him cursing; we’d see our mother frowning.

‘Off to bed, children, now,’ she would tell us.

I always went without hesitating. I hated it when Daddy drunk. I’d stay hidden underneath the covers until the house went quiet.

Our mother couldn’t hide from him. She had to put up with Daddy through all of his moods. Yet, her smile remained just as bright the next morning, no matter the bruises.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

It’s an old prompt, but a new story. No re-treads on here!

Friday Fictioneers – The Road Out of Town

ff211015The bruise on her neck was still tender. But nobody asked any questions – she’d become adept at covering up for his mistakes.

Lori, table 2’s eggs are going cold!

Through the diner window she could see that the bus to Seattle was set to leave. She’d almost saved enough to be on it.

Lori, table 2 is still waiting!

Lori pinned a stray blond hair back underneath her hat. The Greyhound pulled away from the car park as she returned her attentions to the morning rush. She just needed a few more weeks…just a few more, and she’d be free.


These words form my entry into Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge.

Friday Fictioneers – On The Threshold

ff010415“Emmy, don’t go. Don’t leave me on my own,” pleaded Maggie. The pale, translucent skin on the back of her hand shimmered as she raised a smouldering cigarette towards her lips.

Emma-Jo paused to fasten the leather buckles on her green rucksack. “You’re a mess, mum. I can’t handle this, not now. No wonder dad walked out on us.“

“Of course, him, he had all the answers didn’t he?” Maggie winced as she remembered some of her husband’s answers. The bruising on her ribs still stung from the night he left.

Emma-Jo slid the security chain along its silver track.

Maggie took a shallow, nervous drag on her cigarette.


These words form my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt challenge