It’s Friday Fictioneers time! The challenge is to write a 100-word story in response to a weekly photo prompt chosen by our host Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Follow the link to her blog for more information. Thank you to all who take the time to read, like, or comment.
PHOTO PROMPT © Karuna
I found the boy alone and afraid, where I knew he’d be. It was the same place I had been found at his age. Same pyjamas too. All those damn Quacks; what did they know?
He dropped his teddy as we evaded the landslide. That was different: mine had survived.
When we were finally safe, he fixed me with a look of pure adulation.
I slapped him, hard.
“You have to break the cycle,” I screamed. “You have to be better.”
I showed him my prison tattoos.
“Don’t grow into me. And if you do, don’t save the next one.”