Remember What Dad Said
‘You did what!’
‘I shot the cat.’
Edward took a deep breath to calm himself and said, ‘You better sit down and tell me about it.’
The cheap lino protested loudly as Darren pulled the metal chair away from the desk. The office was messy and he sat down awkwardly, his shoulders hunched and head bowed. He was completely out of place in the clean and crisp uniform that his mother religiously starched on Sundays.
‘I just lost it boss.’
Darren shuffled in his seat and took a folded sheet of paper from his jacket pocket. ‘I’ve put down what happened. Do you want me to read it?’
‘No, give it here.’ Edward replied sharply. And with his arm stretched across the desk he snatched the paper and neatly unfolded it onto his desk. He flattened it with his palms and started to read.
‘Mum said I should put it all down.’
Edward looked up slowly and held his arm out like a stop sign. Darren took the hint and stared out of the window.