cutacorner (cutacorner) wrote in fourteenshades, @ 2013-10-05 22:08:00 |
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Current mood: | crappy |
Mike & Rosie
WHO: Mike Corner & Open until filled Rose Zeller
WHAT: Mike is having a bad day.
WHERE: Mike's Corner
WHEN: Saturday morning
RATING: PG.
It was a simple conversation, but Mike's exchange with Fleur regarding saint devotion days soured his mood. He liked shrugging off his mother by calling her a bitch whenever she came up, but sometimes Michael Corner couldn't hide the truth from himself. Those times? Hit him like a ton of bricks. He didn't like talking about it. He didn't like admitting his mother's abandonment bothered him. And now? Since learning his father would die relatively young? He hated his mother with a renewed passion. Of course she sent the man to an early grave. Mike blamed his dad too. He could have gotten married again. Found love. Lived longer. Hell, he blamed the man for dying.
He blamed himself for not being enough.
It was the nagging thought that plagued him since he was a little boy and one he never wanted to voice - not to his dad and definitely not to his mates. It was stupid anyway. Feelings. They just complicated everything. Hurt.
Still, Mike had to wonder. Who did name him? Was there some debate between Howard and Eve regarding the best thing to call their little boy? Did Eve even care or had she left it entirely to her husband? It would be like her.
He probably should have left work when the headache started, but he wasn't a quitter. He stayed at Mike's Corner as the clock dragged on. Unfortunately for customers and workers alike, Mike defaulted to a brooding and cranky state. Nothing was good enough. The forks weren't neat enough. The rice was under-cooked. The crust was burnt. The drinks were warm. The line wasn't orderly enough. So on and so on and so on...