Mother Knows Best
Posted: Mon Jul 01, 2013 4:39 pm
Mike mimicked his mother’s tremulous voice: “‘Be safe. Call me the moment you get there.’” She must think he’d jump off a cliff if she didn’t mention safety to him. He stomped the accelerator. And why did he have to phone her, anyway? The ritual was so superstitious. As if not calling would break some spell.
He seethed with teenage rebellion. So when he reached the theater, Mike conveniently “forgot” to call his mom. Minutes passed. He was halfway across the parking lot when he dissolved with a pop into a squirming heap of frogs, snails, and puppy tails.
He seethed with teenage rebellion. So when he reached the theater, Mike conveniently “forgot” to call his mom. Minutes passed. He was halfway across the parking lot when he dissolved with a pop into a squirming heap of frogs, snails, and puppy tails.