Friday Fictioneers: Broke Down






Broke Down


We would break down in the middle of the road, wouldn’t we?

It was typical of my experiences with my birth mother. She always got her way. She wanted to have a talk after ten+ years living away from me and Dad. The car obeyed. Shocker.

Where the hell was that mechanics person?

‘At the time, things were different son. I felt suffocated. Your father and I married very young.’

This is the fifth excuse I’ve heard. 

‘Let me level with you Ann, I’m not interested in excuses. I want the truth.’

And to know you feel bad about it. 


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14 comments on “Friday Fictioneers: Broke Down

  1. I hate when people come up with a million excuses. Just apologize and say you screwed up

  2. Iain Kelly says:

    It sounds like she is not ready to forgive or for forget.

  3. Dear Lisa,

    The dialogue was a little confusing. However, the excuses part was loud and clear.



  4. Alice Audrey says:

    “Mom” sounds pretty pathetic, trying to excuse herself now.

  5. plaridel says:

    there are times when it’s better for the truth to remain unsaid.

  6. Prior... says:

    Very powerful – felt so real and like a great movie snippet

  7. subroto says:

    Looks like he is not going to get a straight answer at all.

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