Here is my entry for my March Writing Challenge:
I should have listened with both ears instead of one but the door was thick and I had to press one ear hard against it to hear the conversation beyond.
“It must be done.”
A snorting laugh. A wheezing cough.
“Too public.” A voice like worms crawling.
Didn’t hear the rest. Someone grabbed me.
I spun around. “Let go!”
Martin Baker. My breath caught. A flush rose in my face.
Martin looked at me, eyes flat.
My heart began to race.
He shoved me through the door.
Four gathered around a table. Uncle Norris, Constable Wayne, Mr Baker and Mrs Byers.
“Found her eavesdropping, Pa.” Martin shook me.
I’d only ever touched him once before. His hands were warm.
Mrs. Byers wheezed.
Mr. Baker. Blue eyes like Martin. “Well, Missy?”
Opened my mouth. No words came out. I shrugged.
Mr. Baker looked at Uncle Norris. Uncle dropped his eyes.
My legs went loose.
Mrs. Byers looked up at me. Bright, clear eyes in a deeply line face. “A solution, gentlemen.”
I found my voice. “What’s going on?”
She came towards me, leaning on her cane, smelling faintly of spoiled milk, and the others stepped back. “We all make sacrifices, girl, for the good of others.” She waved her hand and turned her back.
No one listened as Martin pulled me from the room.