The Sunlight Hurt My Eyes

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.

Mike Jackson

A 100-word story for Friday Fictioneers.

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