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When Mel picked the critter up, she nabbed it by its outer shell with her long, splotchy grey nails. Its underside waved back and forth as all its brown legs furrowed and flailed. Even its long antenna flopped this way and that, as if pleading for its life.
The poor, poor little thing; what's the point in fighting? What do you have to live for? You're lower than dirt. If there's no reason for me to live, then why should there be one for you?
Mel pressed her thumb underneath the cockroach's belly, preparing to pop its guts outward. The voice of a young boy distracted Mel from her task, and she cupped the cockroach in the palm of her hand.
"Ma!" the boy shouted. "Ma! Look how big this one is, Ma."
He reached Mel's side and uncupped his hands. Several small roaches submerged, clamoring from the sudden light that burned their outer shells. The small ones fled up the boys arms and sleeves, and Mel saw the larger one he referred to before it escaped up his arm.
"'Gotta bigger one, though." Mel announced proudly, picking the cockroach up by her thumb underneath its belly.
The boy's eyes sparkled. "Gee, it really is bigger."
"Keep those ones, will you?" Mel pointed to the roaches which had yet to flee from the boy. He hurried to snatch them back up. Mel followed the excited boy down the street.
Strangers snickered at them, and often steered away when they came in sight. It was no surprise to Mel. Strangers would only avoid people as unkempt as them. Mel held her cupped hands closer to her, maintaining warmth. The large cockroach in her hands fumbled for freedom.
Mel knew people would never understand that society crippled them. They liked their lives the way they were. They went to work every day and they've accepted that's all there will ever be. In disgust, Mel hacked spit up onto the sidewalk.
"'S wrong, Ma?"
"Nothin'" Mel said. "Up to the rooftop then, Eric?"
Grinning with a missing tooth exposed, Eric swooped ahead of Mel and up the stairs. They reached the rooftop after Mel picked the lock. The city looked endless from such a height.
"What time is it?"
"The bank clock says 2:58 P.M., Ma."
"Just in time, then. Get ready."
They looked over the side of the building and down below. Soon a man walked out of the store with an apron and baskets full of fresh bread. As he stepped in the street, Mel nodded. Eric caught her signal and their roaches went flying.
Eric immediately fell backwards, hiding from view as he held in his laughter. Mel watched the man panic and drop his bread. She swatted Eric's arm and hissed. "Go now!"
Eric jumped up and fled down the stairs. Mel tucked some of her tattered, unwashed brown hair behind her ear, eyeing the old man who was flinging the last of the roaches off his shirt.
She bowed her head. Even those roaches had purpose, but she didn't. The taste of the warm bread did nothing to wake Mel. She picked at it slowly in a daze. Eric was smiling in between each bite. "S'wrong Ma?"
"Nothin'."
Silence returned between them. Eric gazed at the city, and his eyes seemed to penetrate it down to the very last road sign.
“Ma..." he said without averting his eyes. "I want a house."
Mel choked on her bread. "You what?"
"I want a job and a house."
"You're too young for a job."
"Someday I'll be old enough. And I'll give you a room and a bed in the house."
He sounded like his father. She brought her bread closer, staring at the boy. He shared the same tasseled black hair and grey eyes as his father. Now they said the same things, too. Mel pondered her response.
"Haven't I taught you anything all this time?"
"Of course, Ma."
"If you get a job, you become heartless and empty. You can't do that."
"But Ma..."
"Do you want to become one of them?"
"No, Ma. But they aren't all heartless. What about Dad?"
"Are you doubting me?"
"I'd never, Ma." he clenched his teeth down. "It's just that, I wanna go to school. I wanna learn how to read."
"I've told you to stay away from anything government run, haven't I? School is out of the question."
Eric nodded shortly, forcing more bread down. Mel watched as if Eric had reverted in age and needed to be supervised while eating. As he finished, he looked at her and asked "Is Dad heartless?"
"Yes."
His eyebrows furrowed. "You think he's heartless? He's a surgeon, ain't he?"
"He's blended into society very nicely."
"He has?"
"All he cares about is his next paycheck."
"What should he care about instead?"
"He's become another ant in the ant farm. Do you want to be like that?"
There was silence again. Mel had not been expecting an answer, so when Eric said it was what he wanted, she slapped him. He fumbled backwards, holding his hot cheek as warm tears dribbled down his face.
"Don't you cry." She said. "Don't cry in front of me or I'll hit you again."
Eric couldn't swallow his sorrow, causing Mel to land another blow. By this point he had reached his feet, enraged.
"I hate you!" Eric bellowed into his mother's face, holding his sore cheek. "Y'stupid beggar! Dad was right about you—you just blame everyone else!"
Furious, Mel stood to deliver another blow, but Eric turned and fled.
Mel embraced the bitter cold that surrounded her. Society was trying to take her only son away, just as it had taken everything else.
She pressed her lips together.
How repulsive...
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- Title: Roaches
- Artist: nonburnable garbage
- Description: A homeless woman and her son tough the streets
- Date: 12/16/2014
- Tags: roaches
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