Visual Trigger
Sam likes to smoke.No,loves to smoke.To the fact that he was willing to kill his mum if he were out of cigarette.It started when he saw a man and Sam’s classmate smoking outside of the little neighbourhood secondary school.He knew they were enjoying it.They keep giving orgasmic faces while blowing smokes away.Sam approach the guy and the man gave him a piece and the rest, as they said,were history.
It has been two years since he first held the precious little thing.He light it up and put it in his mouth
“Ah..bliss”his mind said.
“Sam!Why is your door lock?Are you doing something the god forbid”his mum,who is a religious person,ask softly.She never knew what he was doing in there until she saw smokes passing through the gap of the door.
“Fuck you bitch!!!”he shouted feeling annoyed that his only fun activity of the day was cut short.
He pushed open the door and brushed the hot tip of the cigarette against his mum’s clothes.
“That’s what I’ve been doing”he said it while he heads towards the living room.
He took out a cigarette from the box he was holding,light it and put it in his mouth without caring of his mum’s presence.
His mum approached him.Then,she just stood there facing him for half an hour while he intentionally blew smoke into her face.He knows exactly what she is trying to do.She is trying to make him feel guilty but he know that won’t work.He is a different person now.He is not afraid of doing anything that will upset his parent.He is not the same Sam that they groom him to be.He is not the same boy who used to be look down by his friends.
30 minutes has passed and she regretly walks away.
It is 5:30 now and as usual his mum went to the church.
“I’ll be back by 7.Bye”she told him.
“The latest the better”he told her while flashing the middle finger.
An hour has pass and the telephone rang
“Is this Mrs Tan’s son?I’m sorry to inform that your mom…”before the caller could finish the sentence,Sam drops the phone.
His mom’s funeral was attended by hundreds of people.His mom was well-known by her peers.As he looks at her tombstone,he could still remember what the doctor told him.”Excessive smoke inhalant has caused her to be nauseas.She probably lose control of her head and fainted which led to the collision towards the van”.
He had swore not to ever touch the thing again.

August 5, 2008 at 9:06 am
Your story has some conventions of a greek tragedy but I don’t buy the way the Mother died.