Venom flowed through her veins. Hate was a mild word for what she felt for him.
She had him taken to an institution. He would be there for life.
Her mother died shortly before he was placed there. Doctors said her frail body was from malnutrition and improper medical care. At 88, she needed home health care. Instead, her mentally challenged son was her only caretaker.
Why was she angry at him?
It helped soothe her guilt.
Banned from his mothers funeral by her, he raged. The perfect storm for him to be taken away.
Lord grant her soul redemption.
Genre: Flash Fiction
Word Count: 100
Photo Prompt: Sandra Cook
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