When little Tess had nightmares, her mother always soothed her. Mother would say, “Monsters feed on fear. Starve the beast and it will be powerless.”
As Tess grew up, she realized that monsters don’t always have sharp teeth or claws or live under the bed. Some were far more dangerous. Tess’ monster had a handsome face and a charming smile. And a wicked right hook.
Tess patted her pocket, feeling the steel courage hidden there. She was taking back the power. No more covering bruises with makeup. No more lies. No more fear. It was time to starve that beast.
This 100-word story is my offering for Friday Fictioneers – hosted by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers that gathers every week to share flash fiction stories of approximately 100 words. Click here and hit the blue froggy button under the photo to read the other stories. There are some very talented folks in FF (and I’m just happy they let me tag along) so please check them out!
photo credit: Douglas MacIlroy