not your average mother's day drabble
....instead, here's Angelus coming home to mom. For today's open_on_sunday challenge.
Visitation
How sweet you are, arms wide open at the sight of your wayward boy come home.
Hush now. Careful not to wake Pater. Forcing himself down poor Anna’s throat must tire him so. At least I gave her pleasure worth the beatings I took.
I took his boot in my ribs every day but he couldn’t break me like he broke you. Grand you were, sitting in your chair tatting lace and not once did you tell him to stop.
Not his face, please, was all you’d say.
Tell me, mother, do I still have the face of an angel?
Visitation
How sweet you are, arms wide open at the sight of your wayward boy come home.
Hush now. Careful not to wake Pater. Forcing himself down poor Anna’s throat must tire him so. At least I gave her pleasure worth the beatings I took.
I took his boot in my ribs every day but he couldn’t break me like he broke you. Grand you were, sitting in your chair tatting lace and not once did you tell him to stop.
Not his face, please, was all you’d say.
Tell me, mother, do I still have the face of an angel?