my earliest memory
was of six years old.
i was sitting in the
kitchen
when my
g r a n d f a t h e r
came home...
my mother
was a single
woman.
grandma was gone.
mother hadn't
made
dinner.
that was her first mistake.
YOU ARE READING
touched ✓
Short Storystory #2 in the 'for the flawed' series. tw | abuse every night you held me. making me feel disgusting, because you were the s e c o n d to touch me. © 2014 flawed- (lowercase intended for stylistic purposes.) [Jan 16, 2015:: #2 in short story.]
