She can hear mummy whimper and sob. The beating has stopped. And the shouting, too. For a time it was like a war. She could hear things smash and crash, bottles splinter then the  dull thump of flesh pummeled,  cracking bones. She can’t leave the freezer. She can only shiver.

23 thoughts on “SHIVER

  1. Really very good, my Dear Dermott. But is it really about Eggs? What about the ‘Bottles splintering’ bit? Just because of ‘these’ words, I would have thought this as an Excellent First chapter for a Horror/Mystery story. …Think of developing along these lines? 🙂 Regards.

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