Lilith

My demented 84 year old mother has hidden my passport. We are leaving in exactly three hours and I am slightly tense. She has spent the morning making a list of everything I have ever done to annoy her and has left her solicitor a message that she wishes to change her Will. Apparently I am not due a life of my own. I threaten to kill the budgie if she doesn’t hand over my passport in the next five minutes. Five. Four. Three...

One hour later:

My mother retrieves my passport from the fridge and I put Billy back in his cage. I take another pill.