SHE FELL IN LOVE WITH HER TEENAGE SON
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She not going to… Tommy thought as he felt his mother’s head move.
Sue knew how this was, how wrong, but yet she couldn’t stop.
She coated rubbed the gbolala-saliva on her palm and massaged the neck thereof.
She leaned and watched as if it were someone else’s hand.
It wasn’t real, she told herself. She couldn’t be holding the gbolala in her hand but she was.
Suddenly Tommy did what she did not expect.
Sue was startled when gbolala vomited gbolala-yogurt with much pressure. Due to the pressure, it landed on her face.
She screamed a little as the white-vomit splattered on her face and was running down. But what did she expect after being a good nurse to the gbolala.
Sue quickly recovered and massaged gbolala even more. It regained it lost its composure and vomited and vomited gbolala-yogurt on Tommy’s chest, belly and even close to her mouth.
She could smell it. Sue pressed her legs together as the kponmo started responding again. It wanted to connect as it began to salivate.
Sue reached the roof at this moment.
Moments later all was silent except for the birds chirping in the forest and the labored breathing of Sue and her boy.
Then Sue lifted her head and fell back onto the ground, her chest still heaving up and down.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. God, if gbolala had not vomited when he did, what was she going to do? she asked herself.
She nearly did turned gbolala to a microphone.
“I think it’s time we head back,” Sue said as she sat up.
She looked down at his vomit covered stomach and shivered. She could feel the vomit that was on her face cooling on her face and beginning to slip down.
“Mom, I uh, uh, I’m sorry,” Tommy said, feeling like a dundie for not taking control. He looked sha–mefully at his mother’s face.
“Here take your shirt,” Sue said, “it’s getting dark.”
Tommy started to put his shirt on but hesitated, looking at the face and neck of Sue. “Do you want to use this?” he said holding his shirt out to his mother.
“No, I’m okay, let’s not spoil your shirt,” Sue said.
She felt the gbolala-yogurt slip down and it was now at the Bobby-melon. It was now at point of no return.
Odd? Sue actually was okay with it. She just wasn’t ready to wipe off gbolala-vomit. Bob her husband used to do the same when he was alive.
As they turned to head back up the trail, Sue’s hand brushed her Tommy’s.
Without looking down or saying a word, Sue took his hand and squeezed it.
Tommy almost sighed in relief.
They walked hand in hand, back to where they had left their blanket.
They retrieved the blanket and the rest of their belongings and drove home in silence.
They both had a million thoughts about the moves they both made, about how this was just a new beginning for them to..