I wrote another 100-word story for this month’s challange. This is another make-up piece.
In this story, a woman hides under her bed from her drunk, violent lover.
A PLACE TO HIDE
I hear him crashing around in the hall, falling over stuff, swearing and yelling my name.
I’m out of bed so fast it’s like I have wings on my back. I don’t even make a sound. I throw myself to the ground, trying not to scream when my bruised stomach hits the floor.
I’m starting to crawl under the bed when the door’s kicked open. He paces, ranting and raving.
He’s drunker than he’s been in a long time. The last time he was like this I spent a week in hospital with a broken arm and three cracked ribs.
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