We never spoke of his father, and it felt disrespectful to ask anyone else. I assumed he was dead.
After the ceremony, standing next to my new husband in the receiving line, I knew before I saw him that something was wrong. I got that weird sensation that someone was watching me, then everything went dreadfully quiet.
He was suddenly beside me. Someone screamed.
Before I could react, he pinned me against the wall, his fingers digging into my flesh. His alcohol breath burning my eyes, his voice a vulgar whisper in my ear, “it’s okay darlin’, we’re family now.”
The 100 Word Challenge, a writing prompt created by Velvet Verbosity, takes a single theme to tell a story in only 100 words ~ no more, no less. This week’s theme is ‘Family.’
Thin spiral notebook 
Ha ha. I read this to understand your post `Mrs Manners’ more. Loved this and its follow up.
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Woah. Just woah. And I love the look you created with this photo.
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Reminds me of a line that one day I want to use, “Don’t call me darlin’, darlin’.” You sure pushed this beyond a vignette, nice.
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Very well done… you pulled me in and crept me out!
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Everyone else already used all the words I immediately thought of :)! Great piece! I hope you’ll build on it 🙂
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Yikes this sounds awful! (but in a good way, you know?)
Your writing is incredible.
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Chilling. Loved it!
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