The drunken middle brother of three
came speeding in the driveway, slamming on the breaks. He flung open the door
screaming up a storm. The youngest brother and his mother are sitting on the
couch watching a movie.
The mother jumped up worried and
said what in the heck are you doing?
The middle one yelled back I hate
that little shit!
The young one yelled back what in
the heck did I do now?
He said you called the cops?
Nope I didn’t!
Well then why are they here?
Because you are wasted and driving
your car!
The mother started yelling and
crying at the middle brother for driving drunk.
The cops started knocking at the
door. Which the young brother answered.
The cops said I’m looking for the
owner of this black car that’s parked in the driveway.
The middle brother stumbled to the
door and said I own that car is there a problem?
The cop replied yes you are under
arrest for driving under the influence.
The mother screamed with tears
running down her face. You can’t take my son!
The cop replied that we have too! He
hit a car and took off! The cops left with the middle son and he was charge
with hit and run!
The youngest brother said mom it’s
probably better that he’s with them because he was going to kill himself or
someone else.
The mother replied you’re probably
right.
This is interesting, I like how you didn't use quotation marks like in the story we read for class.
ReplyDeleteI'm intrigued by your label of middle and younger brother. Where is the older brother? Likewise, I think the choice in tags (rather than giving them a name) allows us to know more about the family makeup. Perhaps it also informs us on the plight of the mother. She has a screwed up middle child, but the youngest seems to be rational and sort of a comfort to his mother. Thanks for this!
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