“Is it really that bad?”
My mother’s voice pierces into my brain. I lift my head from the breakfast table. Through blurry vision I see her floating around the long kitchen counter. She darts from one end to the other like an angry hornet.
Feeling around on the table for my glasses, my hand touches the wire and glass. I smash the frames onto my face in time to see her stomping toward me in her bra and panties. Her silk robe hangs open.
She sets a mug of coffee with milk beside my bowl of Cap ‘N Crunch cereal and heads to her room shaking the old pier and beam house with every step.
What if it is really that bad? I wonder as I shovel my cereal into my mouth.
Aspiring author, Haley P. Law, is a native Texan, who resides with her husband, two sons, and three dogs in Austin, Texas. In her spare time she can be found in her favorite chair or neighborhood coffee shop reading, staring into space, and occasionally writing a few words.
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