drabble : parent

[komiker]

She calls him cookie, like she did when he was ten. He tells her not to embarrass him in front of his friends.

“There’s no one here,” she says, looking around the garden. They’re preparing to take the Christmas tree inside.

“Precisely,” he laughs. His mom looks at him in silence, obviously not diverted.

“Are you having a heartache, cookie,” she asks, then.

Karl starts working on the foot of the tree with the small axe, trimming it carefully without answering. Not so much a heartache, he thinks, more of a dick-ache...

But he can’t tell her that, of course.