“We can go anywhere we want,” said Joey.
“Mamma,” said Jamie. “She ain’t just gonna…”
“She ain’t no worry,” Joey said, fondling a dismembered finger in his pocket. “She wasn’t even your real mamma,” he added.
“Might as well been.”
“She ain’t no worry. Like I say,” said Joey. He wrapped one arm around Jamie and pointed out. “Anywhere.”
“I can’t just leave...”
“You already gone. We got our whole lives right here in front of us, me and you. All you got to do is pick a direction.”
“Well...I reckon we go so the sun don’t hurt my eyes.”
Geoff Blanchette about 7 years ago
I like the image of the finger in Joey's pocket. It adds an agreeably gothic feel to the piece.
D.M. about 7 years ago
so many questions! what a good drabble does!
Melanie about 7 years ago
@Geoff - I'm glad you picked up on that sinister little detail.
@D.M. - I'm glad it made you think. Thank you!
Chris Walker about 7 years ago
Love the feel of this drabble.
Neville Hunt about 7 years ago
The underlying darkness is palpable.