My Mother's Hat (standard:drama, 639 words)
Author: Olygs	Added: Oct 05 2001	Views/Reads: 3616/1	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A short description of the embarrasment I felt at my mothers hat.

I couldn’t believe it. My mother was the biggest embarrassment any one
could invent. There must be some evil conspiracy against me. How did I 
end up getting conceived by someone who wears a big red owl hat for 
some kind of fun? It wasn’t even necessary. And the fact that we were 
walking down a crowded street on a Saturday afternoon didn’t seem to 
worry her at all. 

Why? I really don’t know. Some form of insanity probably. We were in a
hat shop, and she just picked it up. Right from the top shelf. She saw 
it as soon as we walked in. It cost her £7.00. I’m not giving any 
prizes for anyone who guesses the reason. For three hours we had been 
walking around town, and at the end of it she got a damn owl hat. 

She is horrible; she doesn’t let me do anything. I barely go out of the
house when its not school time. Even when it is she escorts me. I’m 
fifteen years old and my mother escorts me to school. My dad left her 
because of that. I mean because she’s so horrible. There one night, 
gone the next morning. He’s never got in contact. Not with anyone. 
Luckily my mother had an insurance policy in case anything ever 
happened to him, so we’re not badly off. We would be. She’s so lazy she 
would never get a job. At night she goes out boozing. I mean every 
night. Most evenings I don’t even hear her come in she comes back so 
late. How many poor kids have an alcoholic for a mother? Most nights I 
just sit in, watching TV. That’s what I did last night. Well, I can’t 
remember it but I assume that’s what I did. I don’t know if that ever 
happens to you, when you can’t remember what you do the night before, 
but it happens to me. I think it’s because every night is so dull and 
the same. You lose track. 

My mother is probably a psychopath to be honest. I can’t remember her
beating me when I was a child, but I’m sure she did. Must have done. No 
one walks round town in a big red owl hat and doesn’t beat their kids. 
It was blood red as well. No one walks round town in a big blood red 
owl hat and doesn’t beat their kids. Definitely a psychopath. I was 
sure the police were going to come up any minute now. No, they would 
have called for backup. It would be an entire squad of armed cops. 
Maybe they had been planning for months, waiting till she was an easy 
snatch. I could imagine them. ‘Drop your bags! Put your hands on the 
street!’ In fact, they would probably consider that too dangerous. More 
likely they would just take her down with sharpshooters. What if they 
thought I was with her? Damnit, I was with her. There’s no way they 
would let me live if they thought I was. Especially not if I was her 
son. I might be infected. Well, at least it would be quick. Anyway, I’d 
always wanted to know if bullets travelled faster than sound. I suppose 
it would be one way to find out. Well, not if they are. I probably 
wouldn’t have much time to think about it even if they weren’t. 

My mother stopped to answer her mobile phone. She had one of those
terrible tune ring tones. I don’t see why she can’t just use the 
vibrator. In fact, I don’t see why anyone would want to phone her. Ring 
tones shouldn’t be a problem. I wandered whether the person on the 
other end of the line knew what she was wearing. 

BANG! 

BANG! Except I didn’t hear the second shot. 


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