Wednesday, April 20, 2016



"I don't know why I have to go through this over and over again?"

"You? What about me, you bitch?"

"Don't call me that bastard."

"I swear I will kill you."

"Try it."

The little kid could hear his parents fight in the other room. He wished they would stop, come to his room and kiss him goodnight.

The quarrel kept growing, and so did the tears in his eyes. He pulled the quilt on top of his face, and sobbed silently.

The quilt was now his only companion in this house, who hugged him to sleep every night.

This 99 word fiction is shared with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge - Q.


  1. Scary situation... its a pity that small kids are exposed to such barrage by insensitive parents :'(