Another Friday, another Friday Fictioneers.
This one is… well, it’s a bit more personal than I usually get. But hey, why not, right?
The Harsh Light of Daytime
Caty pulled her knees to her chest with a swallowed sob. She could still hear the others, shrieking in glee as they chased each other on the cracked asphalt.
“You’re back.” The older woman settled next to the girl with the groan of aching bones. “Happen again?”
Caty nodded, wiping her cheeks. The woman paused, then sighed. “Kids are shitty little bastards,” she murmured, patting Caty’s head. “I was bullied too, when I was young. That’s when I came here.”
“Do you regret it?”
The woman shook her head with a small smile. “No. But I miss the sun, sometimes.”