My Imaginary Friend
written by: Andy Houstoun
@Madmax69425310
Lulu sits on the top step of the stairs.
A door slams. She flinches. Though muffled, she recognises her father’s deep bark.
Her mother shouts back and glass shatters. Another door slams causing the house to vibrate. Then silence.
Lulu tiptoes to her bedroom, climbs onto the bed and sinks into pillows, knees tight to her chest. She picks at the woodchip paper next to her. Thick figure-of-eight-like patterns cover the walls up to the nicotine-stained ceiling. The paper flakes off easily, and one of the circular shapes is now a face. An ethereal face with a sad smile.
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