THE SUNLIGHT HURT MY EYES
That’s where she kept me. The room with the blinds.
I remember once letting the blinds up, the light from the sun was amazing. She was so angry when she saw what I’d done. I remember her hitting me with that belt of hers. God, I had some bruises that night.
I didn’t see the sunlight again for another ten years. Not until that policeman came in and took me away.
I cried for a week. Kept asking to see her but they wouldn’t let me.
I know she ’s evil but you’ve got to remember, she’s still my mum.
A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.