FFfAW : The night’s events

 

This week’s photo prompt is provided by Jodi McKinney. Thank you Jodi!


 

‘Do you like the fish, Annie?’ Julie stayed the hallway side of the bedroom door, toes on the metal rod that pinned the carpet to the floorboards.

She’d read the file, though had skipped over the details – even after fifteen years, the random cruelty of adults could keep her awake at night. Annie still wore the nightie she’d been found in – grubby, and not from the night’s events – her face black from the fire, hands and forearms prickled with dried blood. She’d been checked by the medical officer – nothing physical to worry about, though the other scars she carried …

‘I’m making pancakes for the others if you’d like some. Maple syrup, lemon and sugar, chocolate spread – we’ve got the lot.’

The golden head moved back and forth, following the dash of the fish through the weed. The child needed a bath, a change of clothing – a hug. But she knew better than to rush these things.

‘I’ll be in the kitchen if you need me.’

A slight nod of the golden head.

A start.


Written for FFfAW. See the prompt pic and pen a tale and don’t forget to share, read and comment.

 

 

23 thoughts on “FFfAW : The night’s events

  1. Leaves a whole lot to imagine – what Annie has been through, even before the fire, to get to this point. I can’t help wondering if Annie might be responsible for the fire, her only means of escape….?

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  2. I cannot even imagine trying to deal with the emotional and physical needs of one like this. We wish the world was a “good” place and this was only the fiction of our mind, but it isn’t and too many live with this pain. So real!

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  3. Very moving and it reads as though you’d were writing from experience. From one of your replies, it looks like you weren’t, so your imagination and ability to empathise must be outstanding.

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    1. Thank you for the lovely comment. My parents fostered children when I was young, so perhaps that’s what you’re sensing there. A very difficult job, at times quite traumatic and I admire anyone who can do it. Thank you very much for reading

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      1. You’re welcome. I couldn’t foster, but really look up to people who can. As a teenager I delivered Sunday newspapers to a house where a couple had fostered numerous children over a couple of decades. Frequently the house would be filled by former foster kids returning, often with their own kids, for Sunday lunch. You could hear the laughter from the other end of the street and feel the affection when they opened the door.

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