It's time once again for Five Sentence Fiction! The word for this week is CLUTCH. The photo below was also offered up for inspiration.
I remember clutching on to your leg, convinced that the world would end if I dared to let go. The darkness around us was suddenly assaulted by the sound of shattering glass, and the brutal winds wailed as they tore through our hiding place.
Fear washed through me as I thought about Mom and Dad, who weren’t home, and more than anything, I wanted them there to keep me safe.
Yet I needn’t have worried so much, because you, my big brother, ran a soothing hand through my hair and shielded me from the debris. Though you too were concerned for the safety of our parents, you focused on me, and allowed me to hold on to you for dear life, kindly ignoring the scratch marks my five-year-old nails left in your skin.