Today’s writing prompt from the Daily Post is ‘Brick.’
It’s only a brick.
It’s not even all that heavy.
And the glass can be swept up, the broken window repaired, the scratches on the floorboards sanded and varnished as good as new.
No major damage, really.
But the sanctuary found in this new home, that can never be restored.
And the fear is back, heavier than before.
It’s only a single brick.
It might as well weigh a ton.
The note attached with butcher’s string says: “Go back where you came from or the next time it’ll be a petrol bomb.”