Tag: Abuse
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COME HOME FOR CHRISTMAS
Bells rang out across the city, calling worshippers to service. She stumbled against the wire fence and rested herself there. Broken windows, graffiti, crumbling brickwork – all that was left of the home where she had grown up. She remembered again the nuns, the Father, the other children. She remembered the discipline, the beatings, the…
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DECISION TIME
Pick a door. Go through it. The choice is hers to make. She hesitates, shuffling on the illusory sidewalk one way then the other. Images surface through glass panes. Behind one door she sees her mother, smiling, beckoning, encouraging. Through the the next she sees Bethany, her cute pudgy smile, her big blue eyes, her…
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BAD FAITH
The world lurched from side-to-side. She staggered into the busy marketplace, bumping into people milling around the stalls. Disgruntled looks followed her as she crossed the square. The church loomed above her. It looked sinister now, after what she had just been told. It had been her haven. A safe place that protected her from…
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BON APPÉTIT
‘Salt and pepper?’ ‘I’ll bring some over, sir. Any sauces?’ ‘Ketchup, please darling.’ He gave me that look. That look that they all have that ends by drifting from my face down to my chest and as I walk away I can feel his eyes staring at my rear. The uniform we’re made to wear…
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OPPOSING FACTIONS
One heart, two sides.Opposing factions: love and hate.He could feel both, after the outbursts and the abuse.As she slept it off.Love and hate, sympathy and anger.It couldn’t go on.But how did it end? Written for the Weekend Writing Prompt, hosted by SammiScribbles. This week’s prompt was: Faction. Click on the link to read more stories by…
Iain Kelly 