Last Week’s FFF: Beach Bridge
I ran out into the rain, desperately trying to escape to the image of my father’s affair, and the hurt in my mother’s voice as she found them.
I’d rather be anywhere but here! I screamed inside my head. I squeezed my eyes tight.
The sound of the rain stopped. I opened my eyes and found that I was back in the pawn shop. The lights were off, and the place appeared closed.
I heard the door jingle as a key slid into the lock. Continue reading