Al stepped towards the woman and the children. He unconsciously congratulated himself for keeping a rigid face, for not flinching.
“Ma’am, you will have to come with us.”
Wide eyed, the woman jerked back, but was grabbed by one of the officers. The smallest child began to cry as he was lifted, none too gently, and carried away.
Al glared at the onlookers then led the officers to the car.
“Papa, you look sad.”
Al forced a smile. Toby was about the same age as the child.
“Heart of stone,” someone had yelled.
No, it was all too much flesh.
Word count = 100
I was out of town last week so visited only a few other FF stories. I hope to catch more this week.
When I saw the photo my first thought was a fortress around someone’s heart, allowing them to be cold and mask their true feeling.