Mum’s been a total bitch while Dad’s been away. Nagging me about homework, money, clothes and friends. Everything. She just won’t leave me alone. Says I have to take some responsibility for my life and not waste it. Yada yada yada.
She’s even a bitch to Miriama when she comes over. She does this stupid hackforth when we’re outside on the verandah gossiping. As if that’s going to stop her, or me, smoking. Dad would let me live my life the way I choose. ‘As long as my baby girl’s happy’, he’d say.
I’ll be a helluva lot happier when he’s home again. That’s for sure.
For 100 consecutive days I will write and post a short story (about 100 words) incorporating a randomly selected word from Afterliff: A new dictionary of things there should be words for.
The disappointing pretend cough a non-smoker produces in the vicinity of smokers.
St Veep n.
The patron saint of mobiles that are lost while switched to silent.