Time for another Absolute Write Blog Chain entry. This month's prompt involves slavery and freedom. My piece of fiction was inspired by a topic that is near to my heart. I have not experienced anything like this, but I have a soft spot for children. And the tragic fact is child abuse happens. It goes on undetected for far too long. So take care before reading. There are no graphic details, but it may still be hard to read. When you are finished, I hope you'll click on over to this month's other participants and see what they had to say. Thanks in advance.
Mommy is very smart. When that nice lady comes to visit, Mommy makes sure I am dressed nice and cleaned up. I think Mommy knows what the lady is looking for and what questions she will ask. Mommy always tells me what to say, and I know I must say what she tells me.
When the lady comes to the door, Mommy tells me to let her in. The lady looks over me, but I know she will not see what I want her to. Mommy is too smart. She never leaves marks where people will see. So I smile and tell the lady I am glad to see her. We sit in the living room while Mommy prepares a glass of iced tea for the lady. "How are you?" she asks me. It's a question meant to get me to start talking. I want to show her the bruise on my chest and tell her how much my body hurts. And I want to tell her how much my stomach hurts, that I have not eaten in two days. But Mommy can hear me from the kitchen and I don't dare whisper. "Great," I reply. My survival depends on how good I can lie. But Mommy is the expert, not me. My voice gives me away, and I look at the kitchen door as Mommy comes out. She looks at me, and I know I am in trouble. But now Mommy is smiling at the lady and talking about how proud my teachers are of me. I don't know if Mommy is proud. She always tells me how stupid I am.
I watch Mommy and the lady talk, and I know my time here is limited. But I don't mind. Because that means I will soon be free. I will no longer be Mommy's slave to do as she commands. And Mommy will not be able to lie. You see, I am smart too, though Mommy doesn't think so. And when I die tonight, Mommy will be very happy. But tomorrow, my teacher will find a note on her desk that I left after school. And she will know what Mommy did.
I will be free. And Mommy will become the slave.
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