Cycle of Abuse
By T.D.McKinnon
Frizzy, ginger blonde hair cascading in an unruly halo around her cheeky, freckled face, highlighting her bright, corn blue eyes; she crouched, cowering in the corner of the interview room like a trapped animal.
The prepubescent urchin, tattered and raggedy in a hotchpotch of styles, had been found on the street an hour previously. Nothing strange about that: these poor, unfortunate children are a fact of life; except that she was covered with blood.
Sitting in a chair a few feet away, Michelle tried to gently penetrate her barrier of silence. “Hi, I’m Michelle… what should I call you?” but she got the same response the police had: silence, and a wary, wide eyed stare. Continue reading “Story Time: Cycle of Abuse”
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