I looked at my mother in alarm, trying to read her face.
“Could this be true?” I thought, “No, it can’t be!”
“I saw you through the window, so you’d better tell me the truth. Did you eat all of your lunch today?” my mother sternly asked me.
I shuddered in revulsion, unable to get past the mental image of my mother standing on the trashcans outside my school lunchroom, as she peeked into the windows to see if I had eaten my lunch. Then, in utter humiliation, I shook my head in shame, praying no one had seen her.
Cheryl A. Showers
This post was written in response to Velvet Verbosity’s 100 Word Challenge — Lunch.