The two shopping bags hit the floor. A yoghurt pot jumped free, landed and split.
Tom was hanging naked above the stairs.
She wanted to scream – inside her head and body that’s all she could hear and feel – but couldn’t externalise it.
Instead her legs collapsed under her, though she fell still gazing up, unable to avert her stare.
‘Mummy! Rachel won’t let me play.’
Some primordial instinct broke the spell.
‘Stay outside’: Said as she landed.
‘But mummy …’
‘Just stay there.’ She tried to scramble up and towards the door, slipped on the yoghurt.
Then the screaming started.
A drabble is a story of exactly 100 words.
2 comments:
You really convey the terror and the horror here, Rob. This is a really powerful scene!
Very nice, Rob. Certainly conveys the horror and sadness of the situation.
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