Last week, Briar accused a doll of standing by silently while Liasneh’s men killed the blacksmith’s family. In his annoyance at the doll failing to own up her cowardice, he tossed it over his shoulder, which brought all of the other dolls down around him. The child’s mother had stitched a name into the back of each doll’s dress, which Briar had assumed was the doll’s name. But, as many dolls now lay around him, he sees the same two names…Jianshen and Jiadexin…stitched into all of the dresses. When he adds that to other details from the house, he comes to the conclusion that the Mother wasn’t hiding herself and her daughter in the wardrobe. She wanted the men to think they found what they were looking for.
Briar stepped into the wardrobe closet and explored the corners and edges of the interior space. His fingers slipped into a shadowed notch and the back panel popped open. As it swung toward him, it revealed small space in the wall behind the wardrobe, and inside was a young girl, curled up with her hands over her ears and her eyes closed tight.
“It’s over, child,” he said to her. Several long moments passed before she accepted his hand, but when she wrapped her arms around his neck, she clung to him as if to life. Returning the embrace, he whispered in her her ear, “You’re safe now.”
Please check out the other talented writers participating in this week’s Six Sentence Sunday. These are some of my favorites: Sarah Ballance, Krystal Wade, Monica Enderle Pierce, Siobhan Muir, Sarah W., Pippa Jay, Kelly Seguin, and Steven Montano.