Jon looked at the jar full of paper chits, as he trembled in his tiny shoes.
His father walked towards the jar and reached his arm to pick it up. It felt like eternity for Jon. Finally, the jar was open, and the paper chits tumbled out. The colourful chits were all sources of fear for Jon. He heard his father murmuring,
“What will it be today?”
Father picked up the chit and opened it. Jon gulped as his father read out the chit.
“Ten whacks with a rod. This will be fun!”
Jon cursed the coloured punishing paper chits…
Word Count: 100
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