Flashing Memories

The sound of my mother’s screaming pierced my ears. I jolted up in my bed. I rubbed my eyes and stared at the clock, ‘5 a.m.’ I thought, ‘The time mother died…’

I grabbed my bike and cycled around the block, the memory came flooding back to me. That night, after the party , I came home and found mother reading. 4:58; Glass shatter. 4:59; mother’s blood-curling scream. 5:00; Dead… by a red black dotted snake.

Before it fled, it glared at me like saying, ” Your mother is gone, deal with it…” I snapped back into reality to see myself in a garden rose bush.

 

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