SHIVER — Postcard from a Pigeon

She can hear mummy whimper and sob. The beating has stopped. And the shouting, too. For a time it was like a war. She could hear things smash and crash, bottles splinter then the dull thump of flesh pummeled, cracking bones. She can’t leave the freezer. She can only shiver.

via SHIVER — Postcard from a Pigeon

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