#ChildAbuse | Inside the Mind of Isadora

The sun gleamed on the table.

Mrs. Goodman cleaned her home and windows all the time; a cleaning cloth always in her hand.

Ella and I played on the floor with our barbie dolls. If we didn’t wake William, we could have candy. The colorful candy was tempting. I couldn’t believe Ella never took one.

When Ella left to get her dollhouse, Mr. Goodman walked into the room.

He was tall, thin with a chalky wry face.

“Do you like candy?” he asked.

I just stared.

He pointed to his zipper saying, “I have candy, if you’d like.”

I froze.

2019©Isadora DeLaVega

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Word Count: 100

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The closet door flung open.

“What are you doing in there?”, he growled.

Before I could answer, I was being pulled up by my hair and pushed towards the kitchen.

“Get in there and help your mother.”

I guess he doesn’t want to know.

“See what happens when you hide from work,” she said.

Hide from work? How about I was hiding from the jump rope he just beat me with while you were talking to Mrs. Rosen about styling her wig.

There’s a place I go to tell my troubles. Hidden deep inside the closet is my peaceful place.

Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
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*****In 2015, an estimated 1,670 children died from abuse and neglect in the United States. In 2015, Children’s Advocacy Centers around the country served more than 311,0002 child victims of abuse, providing victim advocacy and support to these children and their families. info:wikipedia
For more information click here: http://www.nationalchildrensalliance.org/media-room/media-kit/national-statistics-child-abuse/