Visiting Mother
by
Armand Rosamilia
They were never good enough for me, and Mother wasn’t shy about telling me so.
Since Mother couldn’t get out of bed, hadn’t been able to in months, I had to bring the new girl into her room with the smell of death and old people stench.
“Mother, this is Cindy,” I said, holding Cindy’s hands so she couldn’t run out of the room, the house, off of the property and back to her home. “I really like her.”
The last girl had been too fat, the one before too skinny. Mother hated redheads. They’d birth Satan babies. She didn’t like when girls dyed their hair, especially blue or pink. No fake boobs or plastic surgery.
No makeup, either.
Mother sat up in bed and stared at Cindy. “Any kids?”
Cindy, crying, shook her head.
“Ever been married? Are you a virgin?”
Cindy was whimpering.
“No marriage, Mother. She just finished her second year of college. Smart girl,” I said.
Mother seemed convinced. “Fine. Keep her for now. She needs to make me dinner.”
Cindy fell to her knees, shaking her head, but I smiled.
I’d finally found my wife.
Bio:
Armand Rosamilia is a full-time author of crime thrillers and horror. He loves coffee, bourbon, and bourbon-flavored coffee.
🔥🥰 love this!
Loved Mother