Mother

H Herbert Nehrlich Herbert Nehrlich
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The pilot was a friend of mine. He rushed to visit mother on her day. And mother had just chilled his favourite wine when all the doorbells rang at once to show dismay. The plane had crashed this morning at the Herbert River not one survivor had escaped the crocodiles his lovely mother just ignored that sudden shiver and started cleaning with the steamer her floor tiles. 'Yes he will be here, he would never miss this day, in all these years he's always brought a little gift, and after lunch we'll sit us down and act so gay..' (while on the crashsite the inspectors start to sift) . She had the place in an immaculate condition and waited up until the clock announced the hour which would ring in another day like a petition and then the doorbell chimed, there was a single flower brought by the constable, his face was black and teary and then the truth was handed over with the rose and mother thanked him for his kindness, called him 'dearie', just for a moment you could see that mother froze.

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