Tiny Fingers – #55fiction

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As I stepped down the stairs of the creche, I felt her tiny fingers clutch mine tightly. I wish I could understand the pain that they expressed.

It was late by the time I noticed the scratches, bites and nail marks on her baby thighs. Her blank eyes seemed to whisper ‘I told you, Mom’.

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This post is written in response to The Daily Post’s one-word prompt; tiny.

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