*Photo credit Liz Young
Smashed
'Don't smoke' she sighed, stamping out my ciggie. ‘Don't even think about drinking' she nagged, whilst tipping the bottle of wine down the sink. Words were never going to stop me. It was the cool thing to do at school and I desperately wanted to fit in. I had a lot to live up to.
Oscar winning. My mother, the successful dressmaker, designer extraordinaire. Miss Perfect. Well not so perfect, her husband, my dad, left her for a model. Turns out she was the alcohol swilling, chain smoking bitch. The mannequin's head? Based on the woman he left her for.
Hope you enjoyed this story
Bettina x
Those who preach the loudest are often the greatest offenders!
ReplyDeleteExactly!
DeleteDear Bettina,
ReplyDelete"Fitting in" has gotten so many in trouble, hasn't it?
Shalom,
Rochelle
Certainly has!
DeleteWhich one is the alcohol swilling... the mother or the model he left her for?
ReplyDeleteIt was the mother, but I can see that it could read both ways...
DeleteNice use of the prompt, it all fits in.
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteThis seems an all-around dysfunctional family. Everyone on their own downward spiral. A well written insight.
ReplyDeleteMaybe mum doesn't want him to end up like her, but then, when do young people ever listen? Good story.
ReplyDeleteAh!! Preachers.. A nice take on the prompt. My attempt is something similar as well. Check it out, if you can,
ReplyDeletehttps://yuhublogger.wordpress.com/2017/02/19/that-thing/