We walked down the paved pathway. Dog and girl. Her red leash jingled. It was definitely not a gorge or even a forest, it was barely even a park. The path circled the perimeter of the tiny field and swing sets. We stopped midway and entered the secluded dirt path. It wasn’t a hiking trail, … More It was Our Spot
A story about domestic violence. This was inspired by WritingsByEnder’s prompt, Freedom. Check out his link if you want to participate.
I had no ideas for a short story so I wrote about an incident that happened when I was in high school. (The names have been changed). Mrs. Willow, an English teacher, has devastating news for her class.