Her father laughed uncontrollably as he sipped his beer then gently placed the can on the arm of the chair. Jeanie didn’t dare look up at him from her spot under the cushions. With her eyes closed she prayed while pondering the laugh. Was it a laugh of anger coming from him? Or simply a playful laugh of a loving father? Jekyl and Hyde was the daily game she played her father.
He grabbed the beer can and chugged what was left then tossed it aside. She now understood the inevitable. Slowly she peered from behind the cushion and glanced up at the monster above.
Today was not her day.
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Mind of Shoo
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Oh, Poor Baby. To have a father with a Jekyl and Hyde personality and never be sure enough of the loving tenderness of a daddy’s love. How sad! Good take on the prompt! Nan 🙂
TY Nan. I appreciate you taking the time to read my story.
That last sentence is so ominous. Very sad to have to live like that. (Glad to see you back… it’s been a while since you’ve posted!)
it has been a while. Life has a way of doing this to me. Take me down a rushing river with no paddle or control. I feel it has slowed down for me and now my mind wants to release works to a page. Hopefully they make sense. TY for reading. You have always been supportive of my writing.
a very sad and realistic story. i really felt your character’s anxiety. wonderfully done.
Thanks for the kind words. Glad you were able to “feel” the character’s anxiety. TY
Unfortunately there are far too many children living this story – well obwerved.
Dear Shoo,
Nice to see you back. Sad and frighteningly realistic story.
Well told.
shalom,
Rochelle
Heart-rending story and sadly true in so many cases.Brilliant take on the prompt and good to see you back:-)
Heartbreaking story.
This gave me goose bumps. So scary for a little kid to have to go through something like this.
Looks like alcohol causes the monster to come out. I agree that this happens far too often. The mother is probably scared of him too. Or perhaps mother is gone. Well written.
Appropriate characterization of the reality of abuse from a child’s view. Good job.
janet
they say children of abuse become very good at reading people. from all those years of practice of walking on egg shells. nice story.
Very interesting. Thanks for the compliment. 🙂