Flash Fiction 1

Flash Fiction 1

Parents

My parents and I drive home after the dinner in my aunt's house.
It's late but lights in the city are still on.
The radio is on and a girl sings softly.
I sit in the back row and look the passengers through the window.
Neither my mom nor my dad talks.
Well, I'm kind of enjoying the silence, but I can tell that my parents do not.
They both have something inside and they are thinking about it.
The car stops in the crossing when the traffic light turns red.
My mom says something in a low voice.
Hey sweetie. I don't have mom and dad any more.
And she keeps driving.
It is still silent in the car and the radio is still on.