Monday.
They are fighting. The sound of their voices bursts through the dining room ceiling, into our bedroom. Gilly asks me if it will stop. I promise her it will.
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Wow… wow … wow wow… I got the same here with the local farmer and his dogs – I watched him beat a dog to death for disobeying orders … not humans, only dogs. But nonetheless, thanks for the horrible story… I crap on with my silly daily bits… thanks for the reality.
The beauty of this is how succinctly you managed to convey the horror in one family. Excellent.
CHILLING 😀
Vivid heartache.
Loved this. So much packed into so few words. I enjoy most all your stories…they tend to be on the good side of creepy or weird or haunting, right up my alley. Keep ’em coming.
This is eerily similar to my earliest childhood memories. It’s amazing how much responsibility young kids take on when they’re the oldest sibling.
So much truth in so few words
Hard, uncompromising writing, very spare
Beautifully crafted proving the age old adage that less 8th certainly more. Thank you