This is part of an experimental experimenting with random or continued fiction ideas on fridays. this one is random.
She was just steppin out for a Coke, she said. Musta been a good one, cause she never did come back. We called the cops, but there was no evidence that Mama's life here had been happy, so they figured it was her choice.
They talked about putting us all in foster care, but Jimmy was nearly 18 and besides, there wasn't a social worker in our little town, ever since she up and run off with the junior high school band director. Now, that was a good story. Nothing much good about ours, just Mama was there and then she was gone. The saddest thing was, it almost didn't matter.
We made it somehow. And now here I am, 19 years old with my job at Family Dollar and my own little baby. Life is going along fine, and then all the sudden, everything changes. Ain't that the way of it, though? Not much changes slow and gradual. Just- bang! and then here's your new life and you just do what you can with it.
Anyways, tonight I was sitting in the old green recliner, watching a little TV, and somehow (I don't even remember how it happened) I saw Mama on one of them Spanish soap operas. Now, what am I supposed to do about that?
Tell you what, I'm tempted just to let her go.