A Small Voice- FB FWG 300 word flash fiction based on the picture below. Trigger warnings: Death of a child/ Domestic Violence

He slammed his hand on the table, nearly sending all its contents to the floor. 

She didn’t budge from her seat.

“You think you’re going to bring her back with witchcraft?”

She kept her head down.

“Incense, spells, and God only knows what these things are.” He held up the cream-colored bulb for a closer look and then hurled it at the wall.

“You’re good for nothing! You couldn’t keep our daughter safe! My mother told me not to marry you, yet here I am —- full of regret.”

He bent down, his face parallel to hers, spit particles littered the air with his every word. 

She remained silent.

“Why? Why would you turn your back on her, for even a second? A helpless four-year-old, in a park filled with strangers? Cars coming and going…. Why?” His words drawn out, tears gushing from his bloodshot eyes. He balled his fists, pulled his arm back and prepared to take a swing. 

She didn’t flinch, only twirled her wooden spoon around the bowl once more before placing her hands in her lap.

“You’re not worth the pain I want so badly to inflict on you!” He fell to his knees.

“My baby! My baby! You lost my baby!” He screamed out. His forehead now resting on the hardwood beneath him. He sobbed, out of breath, out of patience, out of life, his empty soul perishing from within.

“For three long years, you’ve done nothing but sit in this chair, at this table breathing the air that belongs to me!” He inhaled, moving his lips inch by inch, sucking in, pretending to steal every life saving breath. “I promise to end your life or die trying.” His sorrow transformed him into evil.

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“Daddy.” A small voice called from the foyer.