As Jim and his son, Joe walked her home, Mildred’s steps slowed. She wanted to tell them that she didn’t want to go home and why but, would they believe her? Maybe if she showed them the bruises…No, that would only make Bob mad.
She glanced up at Joe, such a sweet young man. Jim was lucky to have him for a son. If only her Bob were like Joe…
After they left, she closed the door. When she turned, Bob was standing there. “I’ve been starving while you were out having a good time?” He struck her.
This is fiction but elder abuse is very real. Sadly, the abusers can be sons or daughters who are supposed to be caring for their parents.
Written as part of the Friday Fictioneers challenge hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields For more details, visit Here.
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