Featured Flash Fiction

The Hands

I’m safe here. Curled up into a ball, my knees hugged tight to my chest.  This is my secret place and he won’t find me here.  I make myself even smaller, trying my hardest not to move.  I hear the uneven steps of his gait on the parquet floor.  His ugly, raspy breath now more audible.

‘Come out darling.  Daddy wants a cuddle.’

I hold my breath and slam my eyes shut. I think of beautiful things; the moon, a meadow, my bunny Alfie. If I don’t open them then nothing can happen.  But I do and he’s right there.


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