LIGHT IN DARKNESS
By Tessa Harvey
THE STORM
Phil stared at his mother. The angry words about why she had crashed and what had happened to the car died on his lips. For months now, he had been sullen and defiant, resentful of his more elderly parents. His friends' parents all seemed fun and cool to him, going with the flow, allowing their young teens Tik Tok, unlimited Facebook time, their own personal up-to-date IPads.
The youth felt badly done by. He was only allowed strictly limited Facebook time and a barely useful tablet or phone for emergencies.
Worst of all, he was expected home at a stupidly early hour in the evening, even at weekends - how dumb was that!
But the woman staring at him was surely not his familiar mother. She looked more like his deceased grandmother, the hair around the bandage dishevelled and gray.
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