Tiny Fingers – #55fiction


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’.


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


25 Replies to “Tiny Fingers – #55fiction”

      1. I can’t imagine what your friend went through after finding this out. This fear was one of the reasons why I could never bring myself to leave my kids in a creche.

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