Shouldn't all the Tom's matter to.
By Esther
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Tom always thought that she would be there forever; like the pond and fish at the bottom their garden and the slugs on the patio. Forever visiting him twice weekly. Catching a green bus two towns away; near Asda where she bought liquorice allsorts and usually jam doughnuts. Sometimes she'd rush in to visit with all of a flurry saying she was ever so sorry but there had been a run on jam doughnuts. Tom didn't know just what a run meant but it had to be important for his mum to use those words as frequently as she seemed to.
Tom loved his mum so much that she didn't seem to mind him biting the layer off of the top of his sweet then passing it onto his mum as she perched on his bed....the sweet still softly glistened with his spittle. He didn't seem to notice her pocketful of part eaten sweets. She thought that her next door neighbours dog might welcome the next day or there was always the recycling bin.
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