Mother’s Pride

She strolls in as cool as you like and says “Hello, Joan” as if we’re old friends. She hands me a bunch of flowers. I hate lilies. So funereal.

Daniel’s bobbing about behind her. I see she’s already got him where she wants him.

“Come through,” I say. “Dinner’s waiting.”

I can’t imagine what’s made them so late. They obviously haven’t spent any time deciding what to wear. Shorts and open sandals on a Sunday!

She offers to help but Jim and I can manage when he’s finished fawning. He wouldn’t think she was so wonderful if he’d slaved over two dinners just because she’s a vegetarian. Attention-seeking, that’s all it is. Daniel won’t be able to keep it up. One sniff of a bacon sandwich and that’ll be it. I’ve got some rashers in the fridge.

I wish Jim would take that silly smile off his face. She’s only talking about her job for goodness’ sake. Anyone would think she was a brain surgeon, not a nurse.

She seems to like her broccoli bake, but Daniel keeps looking over at the joint then shutting his eyes. Poor love, he must be starving. I’ll try and slip him some later, while Jim shows Her Highness round the garden. Listen to him! Who on earth wants to know about his stupid dahlias?

I’ll clear the plates while they’re yapping.

“That was delicious, Joan,” she says.

Daniel smiles and nods but I can see he isn’t happy.

I’ll show her I know my boy. He’ll love the pudding. It looks smashing even if I say it myself.

Watch his face when I set it down.

Now what’s the matter with her? Come on, missy. Spit it out.

“I’m sorry, Joan, but does it contain gelatine?” she says.

Well of course it contains gelatine! How else would you get it to stand up like that?

“Sorry, Mum. We can’t eat it,” Daniel says.

“What do you mean?” I say. I’m struggling to keep my voice down. “It’s your favourite.”

“I wish you’d listen, Mum —”

She puts her hand on his arm like she owns him.

“What Danny means is gelatine’s made from animal bones.”

I feel my blood pressure rising. If I’d wanted him called Danny I’d have christened him that myself! She’s ruining him with her ridiculous ideas. I’m trying my best to make it a nice day and this is the thanks I get.

“It looks lovely, dear. I’ll have some,” Jim says, as if that’s any damned use.

“How long have you been vegetarian?” he asks her.

“Only since I met Danny,” she says. “He’s really committed and I’m trying to support him.”

Daniel leans over and plants a kiss on her cheek.

“Isn’t she great?” he says.

Jim nods. He always was a rotten judge of character, but she doesn’t fool me.

I look her straight in the eye. She flinches. Her head tilts. Lips tighten. Now I think we understand each other.

“Coffee?” I say.


Mother’s Pride  won the second quarter 2011 Flash500 competition and is published in Words with Jam October/November 2011. It is also available in the Award Winners category on the Ether App.

  1. Rebecca Emin says:

    This is such a great story, it deserved to win, congratulations, Sue! I read it first on the Ether app.

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