These 101 words form my submission to Friday Fictioneers.
She had forgotten her name, but not her feelings. She was feeling sad. They had been mean to her, that she could remember. There had been more than one and they passed her around like a jug of wine each taking a sip. She remembered the hard concrete as her head hit it. They told her that her father would pick her up at the end of the dock. As she looked down the wooden walk she realized it would take all of her will power to reach the end. Then she realized her father passed away five years ago.
Oh Danny Boy! 
Well written and so very sad Thugs, everyone of them and other things too. Good story. Nan
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Thanks for the nice compliment!
DJ
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Very sad but well written. All a person has to do is pick up the newspaper to see things like that happening more and more. Those guys were apparently known to her. Tramatic.
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Poor woman – that was hard-hitting and gritty.
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Thanks! I always appreciate your comments.
DJ
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“There had been more than one and they passed her around like a jug of wine each taking a sip.”How horrific!No succour for the poor girl it seems-heart breaking story Danny -very well done!
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Thanks for the nice compliment.
DJ
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🙂
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Dear Danny,
I think you need “ed” at the end of remember in the sentence where she remembered the hard concrete.
She’s certainly been through a lot. Sad and hard hitting.
shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks for the catch and it has been corrected. Thanks, as always, for the comment.
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My heart just hit bottom after that one, Danny. Good job, although I think “sad” might be an understatement.
janet
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I’m glad you liked it. It just came to me after looking at the picture for a long time.
DJ
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Great take on the prompt.
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Thank you Sandra!
DJ
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