Coffee and a cigarette on a lazy Sunday morning, the cool breeze gives me goosebumps, what a beautiful day dawning

The sweet smell of pancakes fills the house with such delight, the sun smiles from the horizon, filling the sky with amber light

We all sit at the table, but mom seems unstable, like stuck in a nightmarish Brothers Grimm fable, her hands start to shiver as she grips on the knife, dad stares as he ponders what’s wrong with his wife

He notices, she is not wearing her ring and something seems kind of off with her skin, I whisper to Dad ‘I think it’s time to go’ but mother let’s out a resounding NO!

She clenches her fists with a sinister smile, ‘You won’t be going anywhere for a while…’ ‘Now sit down and eat everything that I’ve made, the pancakes, the eggs and the toast marmalade, Drink all of the coffee, I don’t care if it’s hot, I’ve got roasted veggies and meat in the pot’,

‘I want it all gone and don’t you dare say that you’re full’ and right there mothers mouth began to drool, I looked over at dad, frozen in fear, what’s going on with mother, her motives unclear,

I reach for a knife, eyes fixed on my mother, it’s almost afternoon, but I haven’t heard from my brother…

If you feel brave enough to dive in to Mothers mind, I would love to hear an ending to the story/poem in the comments…