She stared at the sea shell for a second, before looking up again.
“It’s odd,” she said quietly, “being here again after all this time.”
He stayed silent, his hand protectively covering her shoulder.
“He beat her up; then, when she was finally unconscious, threw her body into the waves.” Her body shivered at the thought.
“I was so scared. My own father doing that to mum…” she trailed off, shaking her head. “I ran as far away as possible and never came back.”
“A pity I didn’t manage to kill you too,” a voice snarled behind them. Her eyes widened in shock, her hand flying to cover her mouth. He placed himself in front of her, but her father just laughed, his gun pointing from one to the other.
“I might as well kill you too. Who wants to go first?”
© 2016
Friday Fictioneers, 19 August 2016
Photo prompt provided by Janet Webb
FELICIA HEILGENDORFF 
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