22 November 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
Jonah’s ears rang from the impact of the blows, his hearing lost to him but for the sound of his own sharp breathing.
The pain ceased and he knew that both men were shouting at him, he could sense it in the floorboard vibrations.
Though he sat, confused, blind, terrified, he thought he could make out what they were saying - “where is your daughter?” - but it made no sense.
His face dampened as cold sweat, or perhaps worse, trickled down from his forehead, soaking his blindfold. He had not seen his daughter for years; what had she done?