“Damned woman can’t even stack wood right.”
He slammed the battered door and the shed shook. Small pieces of dirt and chips rained onto his head, but James remained crouched in the small space behind the stack. Mama had made the hiding spot just for him and showed him how to add a few pieces to fill the small opening. He was safe there.
NaNoWriMo 12,139 words and still writing.