She stood at the bedroom door-watching mamma get dressed up. The combing of the hair into a neat bun, running of the pencil through the eyebrows, checking the lipstick was all so familiar. Mamma was going out - as she did most afternoons. “Be a good girl okay? I will be back soon.”
‘Don’t go mamma’ , she silently pleaded.
She felt the pair for eyes burning her back. The pair of eyes followed her as she went with mamma to the door. Mamma kissed her and went out. She stood there staring at the closed door until a pair of hands grabbed her shoulder.
“Let’s go”, came the hated voice. She silently marched off to her bedroom. “Hurry up".Tears dwelled up in her eyes as her clothes were taken off. “Now lets not have a drama ok. Lets enjoy it.’’
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Hi,
Thanks for the comment on my post. I landed here from the comment itself. This post seems to have a feeling of terror. It keeps imagination flowing, of course a dark and evil one.
Very precise of depicting facts.
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