Three new drabble postcards to NAMA.
“Like, I really, really wanted those boots. They’re so cooooollll!”
“Your mother’s a bitch if she won’t get them for you.”
“Yeah, she keeps going on about being maxed out on her credit card and about bills piling up. It’s such a bore.”
“Why don’t you work on your Dad; see if he will come up with the goods?”
“Funny, my Dad’s not himself lately. He spends a lot of time in his office in the garden, screaming down the phone at people, and smoking a shit load of cigarettes.”
“Do ya think he might be stressed out or what?”
Leaving, on a Jet Plane
‘You’ll phone when you get there?’
‘Yeah, yeah. Don’t worry.’
‘And someone’s going to meet you at the airport?’
‘Ma, we’ve been through this. I’ll be fine. Gary said he knows someone who’ll be able to get us a job.’
She pulled a tight smile.
‘Look, I better go. I need to get through security.’
She stepped closer and drew him into a hug. ‘Ring me, okay?’
‘Ma, you’re like a broken record.’
She pulled back, tears edging down her cheek.
‘Look after yourself, son,’ his father said woodenly, holding out a hand. ‘Don’t get mixed up in anything stupid.’
“I thought when I went from being a nurse to a manager I would work more regular hours and take home more money.”
“My husband laughs because I actually am working longer hours but not getting the shift allowances and overtime I got as a nurse.”
“Can’t you just walk out at 5pm?”
“If I walk out the whole thing falls apart. A family arrives at 4pm with a dying relative – am I supposed to just say sorry for your troubles, but my day is done. Sometimes I am there till 11pm sorting things out. I can’t let people down.”