Through the frosted glass

 Copyright Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Ava fought her own battle. No one else knew. The one she trusted most, she didn’t dare to confide in. Because what if he knew, what would he do with his rage? She painted a scene so horrible; a fight, maybe even a killing, everything in ruins, because of her. So when the doorbell rang she kept quiet and hid under the bed. Waiting for the obsessed to give up and leave.

 

 

 

 

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6 thoughts on “Through the frosted glass

  1. I understand this to be a child who’s afraid to tell her father or guardian she’s been molested. It sounds like this is a trusted friend or relative. I’ve known of a couple cases of it happening. Well written. —- Suzanne

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