28 June 2019 - 15 Minute Fiction Friday
He sat silently, struggling to conceal his rapid breaths, struggling to comprehend the situation in which he now found himself.
It had all happened so quickly, so brutally.
His mother's calm instructions for him to hide whilst the terrible screams from downstairs rang out, though she remained stoic, were not enough to prevent him from knowing he would never for the rest of his life forget that inescapable look of terror in her eyes. Or perhaps, see her again.
For minutes, silence had settled, but for the approaching footsteps.
Light flickered, and he peered out to see bloodstained boots approach.