Your Mum. A little Story Written for a friend in 10 minutes.

INT. YOUR MUM’S HOUSE - BEDROOM - AFTERNOON

Clothes are strewn over the floor, two bodies heave beneath the duvet.

YOUR MUM, ageless, sighs and pulls the duvet down to reveal her face. She’s flushed and pushes the hair from her eyes.

YOUR MUM

Thank you. Thank you so much.

The duvet rustles again and YOUR FRIEND, 24, appears, a smile across his face. He looks across and the smile fades from his face.

YOUR FRIEND

Listen. I’m happy to do this from time to time...

Your Mum looks at Your Friend.

YOUR MUM

I sense there’s a ‘but’ coming...

Your Friend stares at her, a smile spreads across his face again.

YOUR FRIEND

I’m sure there’s a joke in there somewhere...

Your Mum glares at him playfully.

YOUR FRIEND (CONT’D)

Anyway, as I was saying, I’m happy enough to do this from time to time.

He looks at Your Mum and places his hand on her cheek, stroking it slightly.

YOUR FRIEND (CONT’D)

I just can’t handle the begging.

YOUR MUM

What?

YOUR FRIEND

The begging. Don’t beg for it. Please.

Your Mum looks down at the ground.

YOUR MUM

I’m sorry.

Your Friend nods and pats her knee before he gets out of the bed. He pulls on his boxer shorts and looks at Your Mum.

YOUR MUM (CONT’D)

Seriously though, thank you.

Your Friend pushes his finger to her lips and silences her.

He pulls on his jeans and shirt as Your Mum watches.

YOUR MUM (CONT’D)

What’re you doing now?

Your Friend fastens his belt and opens the door. He turns and looks back at Your Mum.

YOUR FRIEND

Well -

He smiles to himself.

YOUR FRIEND (CONT’D)

Your daughter’s waiting upstairs.

He waves a goodbye as he exits, leaving Your Mum, still in the bed, still flushed, smiling to herself.

She bites her lip and disappears under the duvet once more.