“Thank you. Yes, thank you. Maggie, it’s good to see you, yes, it’s a tragedy. Mr. Hall, thank you for coming. Thank you for your condolences.”
“Congratulations!”
“MOTHER!”
“What? What’s wrong, Jenny?”
“Wha— Why did you congratulate them?”
“Isn’t this… a wedding, there’s cake?”
“NO, MOTH-ER!”
“But the food, the— why are people crying?”
“It’s a funeral, mom.”
“But why am I happy?”
“Happy? Oh, no, mom…Uncle Rob! She’s gone again.”
“Who—“
“Its okay, mom, just come with me and sit down.”
“No, I’m alright, damn it. Who? I want to know!”
“Mom, it’s going to be okay, we just need to find Uncle Rob. He’ll take you back to the nursing home.”
“God damnit Jennifer. I told you I’m fine.”
“No, mom, you’re not, you’re forgetting again.”
“Just tell me again, I’ll remember this time.”
“Mom— No, mom, it’s…”
“Oh, Jenny, don’t cry, baby. Why? Why are you crying?”
“Mom, I can’t do this, we just need to find Uncle Rob and get you back.”
“Jenny, darling, smile! It’s a happy day! Everyone is all dressed up! Is that your high school friend, Maggie? She’s let herself go hasn’t she?”
“Mom, no, no, It’s… it’s not a party. It’s—”
“If it’s not a party, why are all of our friends here? Jenny, have some cake.”
“No, mom, I don’t want to eat. I’m sad, mom It’s… It’s dad’s funeral.”
“Funeral? For your father? Your father is dead?”
“Yes, mom. Oh god— Uncle Rob! Rob!!!”
“Good.”
“… What? What’s good?”
“Good riddance to bad rubbish.”
“Mother! Keep your voice down!”
“Why? He can’t hear me. He’s dead, thank god.”
“Frances Gene! You’re embarrassing me.”
“I hate the way you say my name like that. You sound just like him.”
“Jesus Christ. Fine— Mom, not Frances, is that better?”
“Why are people crying?”
“Shhh, It’s a funeral, mom. Dad’s funeral.”
“Oh… That’s funny…”
“What? No, it’s not funny, mom.”
“No, I just… nothing.”
“You just thought what, mom?”
“Well… I thought I’d be sad when he died.”
“Well, people are grieving even if you aren’t, mom.”
“He deserved to die.”
“MOTHER!”
“He did, Jenny. He deserved to die—”
“No one deserves t—“
“For what he did to the boy.”
“What? What boy, mom?”
“My son, Charlie.”
“Mom. I… are you sick again?”
“No, dear, I’m perfectly fine.”
“Mom, I— I don’t have a brother.”
“My sweet boy.”
“Mom, you’re— you’re not lucid.”
“Lucid, my fucking ass, Jennifer.”
“Please, mom. Please keep your voice down.”
“Jenny, that cunt deserves to rot in hell.”
“What are you talking about, mom?”
“He deserves to rot, Jenny.”
“For what, mom? Are you okay?”
“I wish I killed him. I should’ve killed him— Wait, did I?”
“Mother! Jesus, I knew I shouldn’t have brought you— where’s uncle Rob? We need to get you back.”
“I’m not going to a fucking nursing home. I’m going to celebrate—“
“Mom! Please!”
“— Celebrate with a drink and watch as they lower that fucking bastard into the dirt.”
“Mother… what? What are you talking about?”
“Whats that, now? Jenny… Why are all of these people in our home?”
About the Creator
Sandor Szabo
I’m looking to find a home for wayward words. I write a little bit of everything from the strange, to the moody, to a little bit haunted. If my work speaks to you, drop me a comment or visit my Linktree
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Comments (5)
Woah! Mama may be senile, but she just dropped some bombshells! 😳
I felt so many emotions here! At first I was laughing, but then it got kinda intense and heartbreaking. Great work, I loved it!
Holy fuck man this is excellent. So much packed into a great two minute read, toeing the line of comedy and tragedy all the way….outstanding work and I fully expect a placement here
Hahahahahahahaha omgggg, that's a situation I never wanna be in!
This is sublime. Sad, poignant with a nice underbelly of mystery. Grounded with a strong sense of reality and believable dialogue. I am sure this will place. Well done Sandor