Mother’s Day

two men ate lunch….
a father….a son….a mother gone….
pimento cheese sandwiches…
Pepsi and chips the color orange…

the son spoke slowly….fractured speech….took deep swigs of pop…
cleared his hoarse throat…
asked for more….

wanna go for a ride, the old man asked….
the kid nodded his head in agreement….smiled….

maybe we could go look for mom….what’d you think?….

maybe, the man-child responded, maybe so….

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The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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