Thank you #FridayFictioneers and Rochelle for alowing me to take part. In 100 words write a story or poem, using the picture as the prompt. Picture on loan is by Dale Rogerson. Press here to join in
When shoes crunch on gravel, I feel my hair stiffen on both arms and neck. If Andre’a sings the prayer, bile fills my throat, just as a certain accent will leave me a trembling mess. A sip of whiskey, stale booze on someone’s breath and I gag.
Ten years ago I was rescued. Now all is good in my world. Until a sound, smell or a taste; reminds me. I was fifteen, so close to normality across the roofs of normal homes. Will I ever be rid of the stench of him, or be able to listen to ‘The Prayer’
A hint of what occurred is sometimes enough to bring every sense into play. Did I get them all? Leave me a comment Let me know what you thought. 😇