The Long Walk

This post is in response to Friday Fictioneers. Originally posted on March 12, 2014.

adamickes-boardwalk

PHOTO PROMPT – © Adam Ickes

 

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.

22 thoughts on “The Long Walk

  1. To suddenly remember that her father passed away must have been devastating. I imagine the hell she had been through was going to make the next few years exceedingly difficult to deal with. Good story

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