You know the drill. One picture. One hundred words.
Virginia stood as if compelled. She couldn’t move. She wanted to move. She wanted to run for the hills and scream what she saw from her brain. But her feet had rooted themselves to the floor. No one should have to endure this. No one. If she didn’t fall into a catatonic stupor first, the PTSD she would suffer from this moment on could make an African child soldier raised on a steady diet of meth and bloodletting look like the poster child for mental health. No teen should ever catch their parents in flagrante delecto.
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Haha, Katie, yes, that would be enough to warp any child.
ReplyDeleteHa! The ultimate horror! Argh! Great post!
ReplyDeleteLOL, Oh God, that's what door locks are for. Very good FFF!
ReplyDeleteAw, that's the worse. And it doesn't just go away. Once you see it, it's forever tattooed on your brain. LOL! Awesome post.
ReplyDeletepoor, poor, dear. Loved our interpretation of the photo Katie
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Poor Virginia! Great exploration of her embarrassment and emotions, Katie!
ReplyDeleteWow! Poor girl. Great details!!
ReplyDeleteI have lived this and it is traumatizing to say the least. LOL! Great post!
ReplyDeleteGreat detail with your fantastic humor. Thanks for bringing back my own horrid memories of walking in on a friend's parents -- OH THE HORROR!
ReplyDeleteOh Katie another fantastic post!
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