“Walter,” his mother whispered as she opened his door. She hadn’t entered his bedroom in years. He cringed as he awaited more of her wrath. “I’m sorry,” she murmured, sitting down gracefully on the edge of his bed. “It wasn’t your fault; I’m sorry I hit you.”
He puckered his lips and sniffed as he attempted to retain the tears, “It’s okay, Mom, it was my fault; everything was my fault.”
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oh the self blame. Well written!ReplyDelete
Great six! Left me wanting more.ReplyDelete
Awww... how sad :( But it definitely left me wanting to know more!ReplyDelete
Thank you for your feedback. Yes, he is definitely blaming himself, and it starts out very sad---sorry. But, such is life, right? We have to lose something sometimes to find our way.ReplyDelete
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