This week’s words: Corridor Sardonic (cynical, sneering, derisive) Pry Kimono Puzzle Hag Theme Moan Velocity Lift Audible Insolent (boldly rude)
When Bea was a girl her mother warned her that if she didn’t improve her ways she was destined to end up the town hag. Now that was nothing to aspire to since the present town hag was Smelly Kate and Smelly Kate was ostracised from one end of town to another.
Bea thought her mother was a bag of useless bones and paid her little heed. She’d stomp off down the corridor to her room throw on her silk kimono and moan away to her friend Jenny over the phone about her mother’s relentless prying into her life.
As time went on Bea developed a real nasty sardonic side. It became almost intolerable the relationship between mother and daughter. Where Bea saw her mother as prying into her life her mother was puzzled as to why her daughter had turned out such a nasty piece of work.
Bea had learned to irritate her mother by making her comments barely audible as she flounced off stamping her feet on the polished boards of the corridor.
Bea’s insolence was getting to the mother who decided enough was enough and the continuing theme of disagreements, argument and bad temper was taking its toll.
The mother decided after repeated efforts to get her daughter to lift her game that it was time the daughter moved out and found out what life was like away from home.
After all the mother reasoned that with the increasing velocity of the magnitude of their confrontations it wouldn’t be long before violence came in to the equation and she didn’t want that.
So on the last day of October of that year the daughter returned home after a long night out to find her belongings packed and waiting at the front door.
Her daughters anticipated sardonic response was not greeted with any response. The mother in a voice that was clearly audible made her intentions clear that Bea could go off in the waiting taxi to solve the puzzle of her life away from the prying eyes of her mother.
She watched Bea march down the corridor one last time and winced as she stopped and turned at the front door calling her mother a ‘Hag’ before slamming the door behind her.
The mother stared at the door, as if waiting for her daughter to return then realising she was herself on the floor, lifted herself up, as her tears began her grief manifested itself in the most painful of audible moans.
Written for: https://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2015/03/23/wordle-53-march-23-2015/
Morpethroad 
This is so heart-breaking and so very real. My mom and I fought a lot though I wasn’t really up to the normal teenage antics (I was a pretty good teen if I say so lol), it wasn’t till we didn’t live together that we got closer. I have a daughter we are both Scorpios and stubborn as mules (poor Sam) so I do my best to keep communication open between us which is something my mom and I didn’t have. Fingers-crossed!
This hits home…
Thank you Jenny hope you are doing well.
So sad that the mother-daughter relationship came to this: just too much intolerance and too many disagreements and misunderstandings to put right, I suppose. You’ve incorporated the given words so well!
Thank you for following my blog. The prompt was challenging, and you did it proud.
Thank you John, the wordle is my favourite Monday afternoon activity. Yes I know I need a life but words on page can be so exciting some days.
Too step back and breath… you have captured this relationship ‘spot on’. Tough love on both parent and child. But sometimes one (from the parental point of view) has to save themselves.
you know though it not quite the same with boys. Though I did have some interesting ‘moments’ with our #1. Thankfully we are all out of that stage now and friends.
I attempted to be close to my step mother, but we each have our own baggage. We do the best we can.
You are correct my boys were no where near the effort as were my girls. But we have all grown older and wiser and get along so well. I did learn though that if I stayed close and they knew I was there it did make a difference in the end.
You just have a way that pulls me into whatever story you’re telling and hold me there until it’s over and I can breathe again (can be a bit painful with the really long stories). I haven’t kept up with the blogosphere lately (as you know) and hope to do better. Don’t really want to know what happened to Bea, though (she reminds me of Verruca (?) in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory)… *smile*
Thank you CC though I do worry that my stories cause you the pain of holding your breath for too long….hmm…my fairy tales are often longer…..maybe breathe after each paragraph?
Was it a “big yellow taxi?” Interesting use of the wordle.
Yes it was, only took away one old Bea….lol
A truly heartbreaking story … too often the only way to be a good parent to our children is to push them out of the nest… perhaps this mum waited too long. A very sensitive write Michael … and so in tune with our age – bravo!
I’m not ready for my kids to leave the nest. One is leaving soon – in the fall for college – & I’m already feeling it. 😦
As for your story – sad. I hope I have a better relationship that that with my daughters when they hit their teens. God help us all.