The phone rings. The voice on the other end say “we need you again”, then hangs up.
I want to pretend I didn’t hear her, go back in time and not answer the call. 65 more words
She awoke, as she did every morning to the sound of the muffled, shouting voice and the door being unlocked before repeatedly kicked. Slivers of sunlight were all that her young eyes could understand until she reached for the old spectacles that were her only possession. 1,985 more words
The hail came first, always. Before the gales blew slate from the rooves and rooves from the houses, before the snow fell thick as down, bleached heavy as if every watching eye had been poked blind. 86 more words