“Mother,” the insolent child screamed, “can I have my tea now?”
‘No,’ said mother while slapping her child across the face, “You must wait ‘till dinner!”
The insolent child ran up to his sleeping quarters and slammed the door shut. But the child did not cry, for he had forged a plan of brilliance. At sundown he was to kill his mother. He would first distract her with his astonishingly good behavior as she was making tea. Then he would strike her down. He gathered the horse tranquilizers he found in his father’s bedroom drawer. He knew his father would be proud. His father had always hated that obese bovine. The insolent child glared at the wall planning. He then sat down and read Mrs. Unicorn and the Fashion Show to pass time until dinner. After waiting, he heard his mother’s screech, “Time for dinner!”
It was time.
He walked down the stairs with his horse tranquilizer in his back pocket. He glanced at the already-made table and noticed that his father wasn’t there. It was oddly quiet. He thanked his mum for setting the table and making dinner. She was astonished, but happy.
“Why you’re welcome my dear,” she replied. “You may take a seat where you like.”
He did. His mother brought over his dinner and ate in quiet.
“I’m sorry about my actions earlier, Mother.”
She looked at the child in surprise. She then opened her mouth to say, “Why I forgive you my dear...Say, why are you acting so nice all of a sudden?”
“No reason.”
He smirked an evil smirk as he finished up his dinner, and proceeded to pick up the dishes. As he was rinsing them, his mother started the tea. He slowed his rinsing and waited. When she was in total distraction, he slowly left the sink. He kept the faucet running so she doesn’t notice his absence. He slowly crept towards his mother. He pulled out the horse tranquilizer. Adrenaline was rushing through his veins. Slowly creeping towards his mother, he raised his arm. His next actions left him covered in blood. The sun slowly crept behind the hills. A door opened.
His father would be so proud.
3 comments:
This is dark. The mudering of one's mother is one of the worst acts one can do. I cannot make a connection. Why does this want tea so much?
This writing is so intriguing. You used great vocabulary and the story was fun to follow. I also enjoyed imagining the 'insolent child' and the attitude they must have. Good job!
I love the word "insolent". It makes me feel good
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