Grant slaps me and my skin cries out. Again and again his palm connects with my soft flesh as I try to escape within my mind. I am lying on a beach. My skin is burning from the sun.
Snot drips onto my damp with tears pillow. Will this ever end?
‘Tree,’ I cry out, unable to bear it any longer. Grant scoops me into his arms. ‘Oh baby, I didn’t hurt you did I?’
‘It’s not as much fun as it sounded in the book,’ I snivel. ‘Lets have a cuddle instead.’
Written for Friday Fictioneers. A 100 word story based on a photo prompt.