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What Price Safety? – Friday Fictioneers

Friday Fictioneers is here.  Our hostess, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields has chosen quite the interesting photo supplied by Mary Shipman.  So many directions one could go in with this one, don’t you think?  Oh?  You have your own version to add?  Please do!  We participants love reading others’ takes on these photo prompts!  Click on the blue frog for the hows and wheres and whatnots!

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© Mary Shipman

© Mary Shipman

Genre:  Fiction

Word Count:  100

What Price Safety?

She refused to show her fear to her two small children, smiling brightly, holding their hands tightly.

“This way please, Ma’am.”

They followed the man into the seemingly endless warehouse, eyes wide in wonder.

“What is this place, Mum?” asked the oldest.

Before she could answer, the man did.  “It is a place for new beginnings, Lad. No more living on the streets for you.”

They looked to her for confirmation, hope in their eyes.

She nodded yes. “We will live in the back apartment and take care of the store.”

Her body was a small price for their safety.

 

 

 

75 thoughts on “What Price Safety? – Friday Fictioneers

    • Dear Rochelle,
      As you well know, sometimes a story takes over…
      Not at all what I had planned last night!
      Have a marvellous day!
      Dale

  1. Superb piece, cherie.
    You got the tone spot on, with the kicker at the end delivered to perfection.
    Sometimes I think you might be not bad at this.

  2. You sure know how to punch the reader unexpected. Great story, Dale. Total fail of humanity to let this be the only alternative for a mother to keep her children safe.

  3. Oh my goodness,, Dale. That brought me to tears. It reminded me of Hemingway’s six word story: “For Sale. Baby clothes. Never worn.”

  4. Another argument for women getting a good education. There’s always some lowlife waiting to prey on the poor and scared. I hope she finds a way out soon. Well written, Dale. You took us with that poor woman and her children. —- Suzanne

  5. The boys looking up to her eyes for confirmation was very sad. I can imagine a mother doing anything to give those faces hope. Sad story …but love comes through strong.

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