Mommy —

A micro fiction

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“I’m not your mommy!” that’s what mommy said when I was a little boy. Look, she left me marks on my back when I was being a bad boy. She said to remind me that it’s hard to be a mom to a child like me. Bad Freddie! Bad!

I over heard a young man when walking down the alley talking to a pile of garbage, and then giggling. As I peeked a glance, he started banging his head to the wall.