She swore as her head went round and round, but managed to grab the key. She held her right hand with her left as she struggled to open the door, eventually accomplishing it. The door clicked shut behind her as she shed her jacket, letting it fall to the ground where she stood just inside the door. Stumbling, she got as far as the small sitting room and collapsed into the nearest easy chair before she passed out. She was too drunk to be aware that the door from the hall leading to the bedroom had opened or that her son stood there staring at her. She was snoring as he walked over to her, his face white and set, eyes dark with something between anger and misery. His hand reached towards her and then dropped. He shook his head and turned away, going back the way he had come. Maura snored loudly, her mouth open, garish red lipstick smeared over her cheek, the smell of cheap perfume and cigarette smoke clinging to her. She had no idea that in his room a small boy had curled up into a ball, arms wrapped around his body as he tried to block out her image and stop himself crying.
What do You think about Winners And Losers (2012)?
