Bad Daddy

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

Today was one of daddy’s bad days.


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I knew it when he came into my bedroom.

His eyes were wet and he was smiling that nasty smile of his. I’ve seen it before.

Then he put on that silly helmet and staggered toward me.

I hid under the table but daddy pushed the table upside down.

He was still laughing in a very strange way.

He grabbed me by the arm but I pushed him away. I could smell his awful breath.

He picked me up and it hurt real bad. I cried very loudly.

That’s when mommy shot him.