Bedtime routines are supposed promote comfort, peace and set a mood for a relaxing night sleep. At least that is what they teach in school, and I am inclined to believe my teachers. But now, as I am laying in my bed – the thick covers barely manage to hide my shivering – I hear them again, fighting, as they have every night for as long as I can remember. And I know, that in morning, my Mother’s bruised face will bear witness to my father’s rage.
Copyright Claudia H. Blanton 2015
This post was inspired by this weeks Five Sentence Flash Fiction Prompt: “Bedtime”.
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how wonderful, thank you!
A really touching story. Sadly true for many…
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those words were well deserved – thanks for reading my blog – blessings!
A difficult subject, let alone to capture it in only 5 sentences. Well done
thank you very much!
It’s impressive how you captured this with so few words. Well done!