RetributionLaurie Gardiner
Matthew Little needed a fix.
Problem was, coke wasn’t cheap, and he’d spent the last of his measly paycheck on beer and a half-O of weed.
He finished off the last bottle of the six-pack he’d bought a few hours earlier, and headed into the living room. “Ma,” he yelled over the noise of the TV.
She slept sitting up with her feet on an ottoman and her head resting on the back of the couch. In one hand, a half-empty beer bottle tilted precariously to one side. Matt muted the volume on the TV and looked around the room.
The place was a pigsty. Balled up tissues and old newspapers littered the floor. An ashtray overflowed onto the coffee table where a half dozen empty beer bottles stood amongst days old dirty dishes.
Matt snorted in disgust and yelled again. “Ma,
