Barefoot

“There’s his shoes,” she said, pointing at the lone pair on the ground. “So where is he?”

“Maybe he’s wearing other shoes,” he replied shrugging.

She shook her head. “He never takes different shoes. He loves those shoes.”

“He’s probably fine,” he tried to reassure her, gently pushing her towards the door. “He’s fifteen. He can take care of himself.”

“I don’t know…” she didn’t look at him, just kept staring at the shoes.

“He can,” he said, more firmly this time, and finally managed to get her to leave the house.

As he revved up the engine and manoeuvred the car onto the road, the barefooted fifteen-year-old boy sat whimpering in the basement. One day, he would get revenge on his step-dad and save his mother from this madman, he swore, watching their car leave for the day.

© 2016

FFftPP, Week #27 – 2016

Photo prompt provided by https://pixabay.com/en/light-paint-leather-boot-boot-shoe-316067/

9 responses to “Barefoot”

  1. Twisty. And does the mother return?

    1. I sure hope she does! She said she’d only be gone for a day… right? 😉

  2. Great story. I hope he finds a way out of this . If they left for the day, that means they are coming back…hopefully…she comes with him.

    1. Thank you! I really hope he can find a way out too. She will probably (hopefully) come back at the end of the day…

  3. Great story! Too many sorry bastards like that out there.

    1. Thank you! I agree with you, there’s far too many people like this boy’s step-dad out there.

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  5. Graham Lawrence

    A tale with a bite (or should I say tail …) Nicely written with great twists.

    1. Thank you! I’m glad you liked it 🙂

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