Bad Daddy   9 comments

This post is written for Friday Fictioneers.

Today was one of daddy’s bad days.


PHOTO PROMPT © Douglas M. MacIlroy

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.







9 responses to “Bad Daddy

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  1. Great ending!

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  2. Graphic and disturbing. Very effective.

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  3. I hope mum gets mitigating circumstances.What a creepy guy.

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  4. I almost feel he deserved it… great creapyness

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  5. A very dark tale. I like the child’s voice you used, it made it even more chilling.

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  6. Brrrrrr

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