her music taste | jhs ✔️

five

[ 🍺 ]

"my dear daughter, please come here."

"yes, mother?"

"go buy me some beer."

"but mother—"

"go now." she put down her almost empty can of beer.

"you wouldn't want to make mommy upset, would you?" she said as she picked up the knife from the table.

"i'm all you have left."

"now, go buy me some beer."

"yes, mother."

i walked to the supermarket and picked up a packet of a dozen cans of beer.

i walked to the cashier and placed it on the counter.

"your mother is drinking again?"

"she enjoys the taste, i guess."

"i hope she doesn't hurt you while she's drunk."

"of course, she doesn't." i lied.

i paid for the beer and left the supermarket.

i brought my ipod out so that i could listen to it as i walked back home slowly.

but i remembered the last time i took more than twenty minutes to get home.

it's already been sixteen minutes.

i should hurry.

so i ran with the heavy packet of beer.

with the sound of the beer cans coming into contact with each other, i didn't hear my ipod drop out from my pocket.