100 Word Stories

I haven’t seen Mother in years, but one day I’ll remember the combination to the lock on the vault I put her in.

I thought about calling a locksmith, but that would just put him in danger of mother.
And me as well, I suppose, since it has been a while since I last drank.

She used to scream so loud, you could hear her through the thick iron door. But now, she’s far to weak and frail from the thirst to make a sound.

And if I let her out, I know I will be punished for this… naughtiness.

The Vault