The footprints | Short fiction | #StoryTellersBlogHop

12-year-old Sara was curled up in a fetal position on her bed. Her hands were trembling as she drew the blanket over her head, the bed was shaking as she trembled like a leaf in a storm. Just outside her room, she could hear her father growling and her mother screaming back. Pots and pans came crashing down. The sounds of furniture being pushed around were getting louder even as her heart threatened to explode.
Read on to know what happened next…

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