Robbery (flash fiction)

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I came downstairs and found my mother digging in my school blazer pocket, watched over by some beast of a man, clothed in black rags and stinking of barber hair.
“Do you have any change?” she asked me nervously.
Horrified I shook my head, and she left me there with that monster while she went to her car. Left as a hostage! Her own son!
We exchanged numerous awkward glances, me struggling to suppress shrieks for him not to brutally murder us both, before she returned with some loose coins.
It turned out that he was the fucking milkman.