The mid-afternoon sun caught Patrick’s eyes and made them water. The intense heat on his face reminded him of his mother, opening the oven to reveal something delicious baking inside. She’d been dead nearly two years, but the memories had not yet even begun to fade.
It had been a long, trying day for Patrick. Another fight, not of his making, had broken out, and as usual, he’d been the one blamed. ‘Disrespect for authority’, his last report card said.
“They can all blow me,” he muttered.( Collapse )