Int. Kitchen
A woman (50s) is sat at a kitchen table. She looks concerned. The back door opens and in walks a man (Late teens).
Man: Hi Mum.
Woman: (SIGHS) Hello Son.
The man sits down at the table.
Woman: I need to talk to you about something.
Man: What? What’s going on?
Woman: I’m... I’m leaving you.
Man: You’re what?
Woman: I’m leaving you. I’ve found somebody else. Another son.
Man: No! NO! Tell me you’re lying. Please.
Woman: I didn’t want it to happen, but it just did.
Man: I can’t believe what I’m hearing.
Woman: I just want to be happy. He keeps his room clean, eats his greens and irons his own clothes.
Man: Who is it?
Woman: It’s not important.
Man: WHO IS IT?!
Woman: It’s little Johnny Simpkins from no.18.
Man: But he’s 14!
Woman: I know. I know! But it’s the real deal with him.
Man: Please, just give me one more chance. I promise that I’ll treat you better.
Woman: What day was it yesterday?
Man: It was Tuesday.
Woman: And it was my birthday.
Man: But...but...I’ve been so busy with college.
Woman: And Johnny’s been busy with his SATS! But he still remembered. He got me a card AND flowers. When was the last time you did something like that for me?!
Man starts to cry.
Man: Just tell me one thing.
Woman: What?
Man: Have you been tucking him in at night?
The woman hangs her head in shame. The man looks at her, burst into tears and starts crying into this arm.
ENDS
Liked this! Echoes of Corrie....not sure about the end though