Blinds shut, broken window boarded up, and half-dozen lit candles on the kitchen counter, he walked to the corner. “Hungry?” He asked in clipped tone.
Wrapping her arms tight around her daughter, she whimpered, “W-why are you doing this?”
He lowered to her eye-level, “I want us to be together.” He took their daughter from her grip, “Come on, let’s eat.” He said and with his free hand, he dragged her to the dining room where more lit candles surrounded the five Chinese takeout containers on the table.
“Please, j-just let us go.” She begged.
“Eat.” He shoved a container toward her and forced her on the chair. Outside, an engine roared, he set their daughter on the chair and turned to the front door. That was her queue. With all her strength, she threw the chair at him, knocking him to the ground. “Ouch! Get back here!”
With her daughter in her arm, she twisted the doorknob and ran onto the street, a SUV nearly slammed into her. “Help!” She cried at the driver.
I am participating in Flash Fiction for Aspiring Writer, where we write a piece between 100 and 150 words (more or less 25 words) in length inspired by the photo prompt above.