“No!” Izzy screamed, running to hide behind Rebecca’s legs. Rebecca ruffled her daughter’s hair as her great-uncle, Otto, continued to demand a kiss.
“Leave my daughter alone!” Rebecca growled.
“Brat!” Otto spat as he left the room. Rebecca scooped Izzy into her arms, nearly knocked over by a long-forgotten memory. Another uncle, another family gathering, another girl.
Give your uncle a hug!
She felt his wet lips against her cheek, his hands hidden from view. Her stomach flipped, her anger turning to sorrow.
“I don’t like kisses,” Izzy tearfully whispered into her hair.
Neither do I.
The Moral Mondays prompt this week is WHEN YOUR BLOOD IS BOILING, SPEND AN EVENING IN THE COOLER.