She asked me if I was planning to stay for supper.
She told me Pop would be home in about an hour, so it would a good idea for me to go down to the employment office.
That way, she said, I would have something to talk about at the table besides jail.
I saw she wasn’t asking. I started to get mad.
I’d only just been released.
I didn’t exactly expect a hero’s welcome, but her to start in nagging?
But when I looked into her face I saw something else.
It was fear.
That hurt worse than anything.
It wouldn’t be easy coming home after being in jail. Or, to have your child arrive home from jail and not know what to talk about but feeling the heavy weight of the elephant in the room. Your take evoked all of these things and more. Feel sorry for them all and hope they can make a fresh start.
Best wishes,
Rowena
That’s a sad situation, and I’m thinking the father is capable of violence. Good writing.
This happens more than most people seem to know. Now clean up your act, be nice, and mind your mother. Well done.
A dark and sad tale about becoming a part of something
that was but may not be again. Be well … Be Safe
Isadora 😎
Bleak tale, made me think great story
Was it Pop she was afraid of, or him?
Bleak but real. Excellently spun.