It was an all too familiar scene, her mother exploded with exasperation, tempers frayed and a shouting match ensued.
They were moving again and as usual mum said she had no choice, job stuff, why didn’t Emma understand?
But Emma did, she understood her mother didn’t care that she’d be leaving all her friends behind, again, that she’d have to start over, again, be the new girl, which wasn’t very easy for an introvert like her.
She hated moving, she hated mum for leaving dad, she hated dad for being distant, she hated her life, so she decided to run away.
Four hours on the street after midnight, gulping back tears, she crept back into the house, stopping short, seeing her mum sitting in a dark corner with a calculator and bills, crying softly.
For the first time, Emma felt she understood.
Written for Six Sentence Stories, this week the cue is FRAY.