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.
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