By Simon Darvell
Jason, glancing up from his homework, wondered why his mother’s skin was grey.
Her newest boyfriend, Paul, sat beside her, smirking while stroking her skinny thigh.
When Jason got home from school the following afternoon, Paul slammed the door to the spare room. “You stay out of there!”
“Where’s my mum?”
“Sleeping.”
Around 2 a.m., Jason entered the room. Rows of spiky, itchy-looking plants were lined up beneath huge, humming lights.
When he’d grown sunflowers for a school project, his mum had pulled the weeds out of a flowerbed for him. Despite his tremors, he began doing the same for her.
Nice idea. One wonders about the comeback.
Ah, the innocence of childhood! Like it.