Mazie traced the letters and sounded out the words as we worked on her assignment.
My heart raced as flashes of depraved evil played in my mind and I dreaded explaining the word villainous to my sweet ten-year old.
I forced away the memories and focused as she read, “Wicked, bad, hateful… .”
She paused, tilted back her head and shrieked, “Oh, that’s Robbie and James when they pull my hair and chase me on the playground, they’re wicked, villainous boys.”
Her peals of laughter chased away the dark shadows of pain and I smiled relieved loving her more in her innocence.
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A free writing prompt, and you can join in the fun too.
Get this weeks Writing Prompt – Villainous