For today’s A-Z Challenge post, I’ve decided to write something a little different. Possible trigger warning due to non-graphic reference to a violent act.
I nearly died.
Only 13 years old, you left me for dead by the railroad tracks, where no one could hear my screams.
How could you know I would make my way – inch by precious inch – up the incline until I stopped at the foot of the ancient cross.
Two men found me there, one tall and blond, the other short, stocky, both elegantly groomed, dressed in khaki and pastels.
I whimpered and scooted away. No. Please, no.
“She’s still alive.”
Boneless, muscle-less(?) they carried me limp all the way out to their car. They drove me to the hospital, and made sure I would be cared for.
Sven and his friend/lover/husband Timothy waited with me until, finally, my parents were found.
We still speak and we still keep in touch. I hope they can be legally married one day – and I hope that one day I can want to.
3 thoughts on “T is for The Cross”
What a lot of thought and action in one short piece.
That is a lot of emotion in a short flash.
You packed a punch in this one. Great job.
~Patricia Lynne aka Patricia Josephine~
Member of C. Lee’s Muffin Commando Squad
Patricia Lynne, Indie Author