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She couldn’t make out the words, but the tension in their voices told her to stay hidden. Uncle Stephen would only shout at Mummy about her new party dress. Always complaining, he was. She strained her ears to listen, and her heart lurched as below, her mother began to cry.
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Written for Kat Myrman’s Twittering Tales Challenge – I’ve been meaning to get back into doing these for a while now, but I couldn’t resist this one. It’s a picture that hints at so many possibilities… but for me it perfectly sums up a scene in a longer story I’m writing currently. So how could I resist the opportunity to condense the hundreds of words I’ve already crossed out/ written, down to a single tweet?
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I’m so glad this Photo Prompt stirred your imagination Kirst. Your tale stirs my curiosity! 😊
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Thanks Kat! It’s a story that’s been bubbling in the back of my mind for a long time. Could take just as long to write!
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You could always ask the boss for a day off to work on your story!
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The boss is quite insistent that this is part of the plan!
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This is a sad tale of life that has been the same since bullies have been around…. And that is forever! Nicely done. xxx
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thank you willowdot! And like all bullies, he has his own demons to struggle with. I really need to write this whole story!
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Yes a good idea, I have been pushed around by bullies!
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Me too.
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