The final straw. #FictionMonday

Ma was never the angry sort. Never a foul mood even when there was hardly any food on the table; never a slight to those pesky neighbours who were always stealing lemons off our tree–the only one–in our backyard; no rebukes in spite of all the din we made over who would do the dishes or who would mop the floor. She was the oasis of peace amidst the scorching desert we called life. 

So, that day, last week, when she was quiet all through dinner, not speaking a word, not even smiling at little Jo who went on and on about her fight with Emma, her imaginary friend, I knew something was amiss.

I looked at her from across the table where we all sat, crammed up in that tiny kitchen of our one bedroom shack of a house. She looked up at me with a lopsided smile and a slight nod in dad’s direction, and I knew he had messed up. Again. 

His new job. I guessed. 

Had he created a ruckus there, too? Quit before the end of the month? For the nth time?

She nodded her head–yes, he had indeed fought with the owner, and quit. How well she read my mind!

So, that would mean another part-time job wherever she could find one, after finishing at the two places she worked at during the day to feed us and keep the roof over our heads. 

That would also mean I had to give up on my dreams of finishing school. 

Jo would have to join school next year. Only Marty would attend school–his tenth grade–and then look for a job. 

She read my mind. Read all of it and, fuming, pushed her plate away knocking dad’s glass over, left the table and stormed out of the house, banging the door shut. 

Where’s Mama gone?” whispered Jo, her lips quivering, her eyes brimming up.

“Mama’s gone.” I muttered looking at dad, who went on eating as if nothing had happened. 

“She will be back, right?” Marty asked, nervously.

I really wished she wouldn’t. Not this time. 

 

WORD COUNT: 355

 

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This post is written for Fiction Monday, hosted by my dear friend, Vinitha Dileep, of Reflections. 

This week’s prompt: FUME.

Do join in with to have some fun!

 

 

Published by shilpagupte

Do you know the secret to living a happy life? Eat. Pray. Love. Or, watch what you eat, wish well for all and fill your heart with love! That's precisely what I try to do through my blogs: 'Metanoia', the wellness blogazine, and 'Fictionista', my blog for fiction and non-fiction. Welcome to my virtual homes!

11 thoughts on “The final straw. #FictionMonday

      1. Yes, really! And I am glad that you received my comment. Have been trying to post since the day you published, but something is wrong with the WordPress login on my iPad and phone it was not just happening, not just for you, on others blogs as well.

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      2. Vini, it happened with me too. I posted your comment twice, and it didn’t get through. Then I had refresh the page, and then it got published. 😛 Tech issues, I guess.
        Thank you so much, dear! ❤

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