PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson
His room was at the end of the hall
a long walk for a little boy.
but he was sent there often
mostly when
his cruel daddy
wanted to
have his way
with the girls in the family.
Why can’t you love me
Daddy,
like you love my sisters?
DO YOU THINK I AM
A SICK MAN?
A MAN DOES NOT USE HIS SONS FOR LOVE,
ONLY HIS DAUGHTERS
AND MAYBE HIS WIFE.
Maybe that’s why
when the little boy grew up
he was
A monster to his sons
and their mother
because she refused
to give him a daughter
This tale of darkness, cruelty and two generations of abuse is my entry into this week’s Friday Fictioneers.
There’s more here…
SightsnBytes 
Very dark and very powerful.
Thanks for reading
Dark indeed. Quite menacing.
Dark, powerful, chilling. Well done.
Shudder….
I wonder if he would have spared them if he got his daughter to abuse… terrible man
people like this always have someone to abuse. not sure where this dark tale came from, but you can bet it has happened to someone somewhere.
Dear Ted,
That man is most definitely sick. This made me shudder with anger. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Chilling
This was a chilling tale. You took me into this dark world with your well chosen words.
my, very dark indeed. Well written
An eternal tragedy. Sadness, dark and pain.
Horrible but abuse does seem to be an inherited and bequeathed horror.
The hatred comes from within, sadly inflicted on others and the cycle continues. Well told