Weekend Writing Warriors entry #3

Another entry for Weekend Writing Warriors. WeWriWa is a blog site open to all authors/writers published or unpublished. Follow the simple instructions on their blog to sign up and then post a snippet of writing on your own blog to join in on the fun.



This excerpt is from the same short story I did the last two weeks. It's from a competition I did a few years ago. The assignment was to write an event that was sad and tragic.


Entry #3 **Trigger warning. Sensitive issues covered***

Her Own Hands

I took it, I took it all. I took the ridicule at school because I only had three outfits and often times smelled. It’s not like I wanted to smell, but more times than not, the water was turned off in the single wide we lived in. Food was a luxury I didn’t get often since she'd rather drink away our government assistance. Then she met John. He was a doctor she met while on shift at the diner. My mother was always cruel and heartless, but she had reached an all time low when she informed me that he had paid for a night with me. Not only that, but if he enjoyed himself, it would be a regular thing and she would finally have a way out of this terrible life. I would finally be useful to her.