Wild Thing
Mother empties Father’s pockets and confiscates his phone. Dollar bills unfurl. Pills scatter like candy across the floor. Oblivious, Father makes a tinfoil crown and places it on Max’s head. Forehead to forehead, they lock eyes without blinking. Father gnashes his terrible teeth. Max lets out a terrible roar. Mother’s all frosty. Makes coffee. Lights seven candles on the cake. Max wishes Father would stay. Mother doesn’t tell him Father ate pills, how later he’ll sink into the sofa like a stone, that when we wake up, he’ll be gone. How she knows Father goes where the wild things are.
Photo Credit: Thomas Hawk
Much enjoyed.
This is amazing ;]
A fun mix of childhood fantasy and adult reality.
As Mother moves slow and steady! #winning-
Great short…
You my dear have a great way with words. So interesting & truth!