This story didn’t go where I thought it might, but well, I guess it went somewhere.
Words: 213
Content: Smoking! Broken Promises!
My mother broke her promise to me. Again.
As soon as I stepped outside I could tell what she was doing. The acrid smell hitting my nostrils told the truth. Not that I had believed her when she’d said she was going out to look at the sunset.
Our patio faced to the east.
“Mom, how could you!”
She blew out a long billowing cloud of smoke, then stabbed out the cigarette on the iron railing, leaving a black stain of ashes.
“Blame it on spending too much time living in a dread and terrible world, sweetheart,” said my mother as she looked me over, “Is that really what you want to wear tonight?”
“It’s a dance, a real high school dance, I want to look nice.” I said, just a little embarrassed. It’s not like she hadn’t been there when I bought this at a thrift shop, but this was my first time wearing a real dress. And makeup.
She shrugged. “You’re my little angel, it’s hard to see you grow up sometimes. To imagine what your future might become.”
“It’s just one dance, it’s not like I’m Cinderella.”
Mom’s eyes narrowed as she looked at me, then she smiled.
“I should hope not, you aren’t going to stay out till midnight.”
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