The Confession

3578F76D-7A6C-4AFA-B6FD-381CE7605EFAWith a shaky hand, George began to nervously stir the sugar into the glass of iced tea the woman had given him. He was visibly perspiring.

“You look nervous, George,” the woman said. “Are you feeling a little scared?”

“It’s hot in here,” George said, taking a napkin and mopping his brow. Pointing to the window air conditioner, he said, “Can you turn that thing on to help cool and ventilate this room?”

“Perhaps I can turn on the air conditioning, George,” the woman said. “But you need to earn it.”

“What do you want from me?” George screamed.

“I’m just seeking a productive, cooperative, and positive outcome, George,” the woman said. “A confession would go a long way.”

“Fine,” George said. “I’ll fess up. I took the car for a joy ride even though I don’t have my driver’s license yet, Mom. I’m sorry.”

George’s mother smiled, walked to where George was sitting, put her hand on his shoulder, and squeezed lightly. “That’s okay, son. Just promise you won’t drive the car again until after you take and pass your driver’s test.”


Written for these daily prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (stir), Daily Addictions (scared), Your Daily Word Prompt (ventilate), Word of the Day Challenge (earn), The Daily Spur (positive), and Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (license).

4 thoughts on “The Confession

  1. theministryofshrawleywalks November 18, 2019 / 11:25 pm

    Nice pay off, never thought it’d be mother and son, good stuff. I remember taking my mums out, I couldn’t drive and let my friend do it. Looking back now, for the first time in over about 34 years I wonder how the hell we didn’t get caught.

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