This post is in response to Friday Fictioneers. Originally posted on March 12, 2014.
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! 
How sad. She has to be extremely traumatized after all that. She needs help. I hope someone gives it. Good writing, Danny. —- Suzanne
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How cruel!
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Trauma, confusion, shock and abuse, you describe it well. It is hard to read, harder to reflect upon.
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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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Very Deep! love the analogy of a bottle of wine being passed around….
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Thanks for commenting. Appreciate that you liked the analogy.
DJ
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Very powerful piece. Heart-wrenching.
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Brutal ! The end made it even more scary.
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Grim stuff, well written.
But I confess to being confused by the last line.
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Memory loss from previous beatings?
DJ
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Really heartfelt. Well done.
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The darkest of tales. An abused and used girl, all alone in the world. Let’s hope she survives the horror. Well written stuff
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What imagery you painted, poignant stuff
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What imagery you painted, poignant stuff.
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Whew…I just exhaled…
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Take a deep breath and relax. A good morning from our 3 feline friends.
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Ha! And good morning to you, too, DJ! How did Elvis’ surgery go?
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It went well. Thank you for remembering. We now have a bumper sticker on our car that says “My cat goes to the University of Florida,”
DJ
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I love it!
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Powerful stuff, I dread to think what exactly has happened to her… Great story, Iain
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This is raw, uncomfortable, and so close to the edge
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Thanks! Appreciate the read and comment!
DJ
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