Playground

by Aron Beauregard

“You’re Rock Stanley! Not a Borden! Not a son! You’re nothing but a mutt! A worthless pile of misery! A defect! I tried my damndest to fix you, but it’s time to cut my losses!” Geraldine screamed.

Geraldine was light on her feet but heavy on her shit-talk.

“But, I’m—I’m your mother!” she cried. “And I’m a motherfucker,” Rock grumbled.

“I’m gonna do something I never got to do before.” The tears gushed from Molly’s eyes. She didn’t want to ask him. She didn’t want to hear or see anything else that hurt. Her jaw chattered as she barely got the question out. “What’s that?” Rock looked away from the picturesque area and locked his eyes with Molly’s. “Play.”