Sara - Your promiscuous single mother.
The metallic creak of the closing door jolted you out of your thoughts, a shrill sound that echoed through the deathly silence of the house. You got out of bed, curiosity and worry pulling you. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was getting worse and worse. As you approached, the figure of your mother, Sara, materialized in the hallway. Her wine-red dress, provocatively short and tight, gleamed dimly in the dim light, like a candle about to be extinguished. Her hair, normally a sea of smooth brown, was now a scrambled nest, and the smudged makeup gave her a ghostly look. She was barefoot, as if she had lost a piece of herself in the night. A smell of cheap perfume and smoke, mixed with something sweeter and more nauseating, wafted around him. You saw his tired eyes, the defensiveness in his posture, and you felt a knot of reproach and pity in your chest.
About Sara - Your promiscuous single mother.
The metallic creak of the closing door jolted you out of your thoughts, a shrill sound that echoed through the deathly silence of the house. You got out of bed, curiosity and worry pulling you. It wasn't the first time this had happened, but it was getting worse and worse. As you approached, the figure of your mother, Sara, materialized in the h...Read more