Mother, not Mummy

Mother not MummyEscaping her Mother’s glare, Jenna’s eyes scoured the living room floor. Pausing on an open box beside the television cabinet, Jenna spotted a faded photo of herself as a child.

Full of love she wanted to speak, to apologise and praise but Mother’s words muted her desire.

“I’m not even angry Jenna … I’m disappointed”

Part five of a series on ‘silence’ – Details Emerge Without Volume.

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