It’s my pleasure to thank Priceless Joy for this photo prompted Flash Fiction challenge (75 – 175 words). And thanks to pixabay.com for the free photo. This is a continuation from this prompt and this one, but all of my pieces can be read as standalones.
These Memories Won’t Give Me Peace (Hansel’s POV)
The clown sucks up snot and spits in the corner. “That pacing’s getting on my damn nerves, sonny boy.”
I continue anyway, though I’m trapped within these iron bars. This should feel like home, what with all my childhood days spent in cages. A laugh gurgles out. I gnash my sharp teeth against the memories.
I grasped the bars of the metal crate and screamed into the empty cellar. “Papa, please. I’m sor—ry.” I winced as my voice broke.
Papa found out that I’d killed Stepmother’s memorial flower. But it wasn’t from neglect. Gretel had knocked into me in the kitchen. The poison that’d been meant for Papa spilled into the pot. I couldn’t tell him that. Or Gretel.
I gingerly touched the bruise along my side and hissed in pain. I wasn’t going to cry. Not this time.
When Papa finally freed me, his blue eyes pierced me. Gretel ran into my arms and crushed into my sore ribcage. I bit back a groan.
Her shoulders shook. Her tears soaked my shirt. I pressed my cheek against her hair and pulled her closer, ignoring the pain. One of these days, I’d free us of Papa, just as Gretel had freed us of the witch.