The Cycle

Photo by Brenda Cox

“Where have you been?”

“Out on assignment.  There’s this street art bike on wall editorial I’m working on.  It’s really cool.”

“Have you forgotten that Uncle Lorne’s funeral is today?”

“No, I haven’t forgotten.”

“Well, let’s go then.”

“I’m not going.”

Mona stared at her sister.  “What do you mean you’re not going?”

“Just what I said.”

“Why aren’t you going?  You always said that he was your favorite uncle.”

“He stopped being my favorite uncle when he started abusing me.”

Mona groaned.  “Oh, no.  Not you too.”

Rachel’s eyes widened.  “You mean…?”

“Yes.  He did it to me too.”

100 Words

This post is for the Friday’s Fictioneers hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  You can find this week’s prompt here. To read other stories or to participate, click here

21 thoughts on “The Cycle

  1. Adele,
    I believe statistics show most sexual abuse of children are by family members, not strangers. It takes years for these children to understand their feelings of guilt and shame and realize they are the victims of predators. Your story raises awareness of this reality.
    pax,
    dora

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    • Dora, you’re right. The abusers are more often family members or friends of the family. And it does take a long time for the abused not to feel guilty and ashamed for the abuse they have suffered. Many of them are afraid to say anything for fear of not being believed. Abuse is something that should be addressed and victims should never ever be made to feel like it is their fault.

      Peace,
      Adele

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  2. I liked the title, which both linked to the prompt and conveyed the idea of the persistence of abuse in a family. I’m glad your two sisters were able to confront their pain and share it. I guess that will help the healing process.

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    • Thanks, Penny. I wanted to think of a title which would cover the prompt and the subject matter. Yes, the sisters will be able to confront the abuse they both suffered which will help them to heal.

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