Putting it all on a prayer

Fall deeper and deeper; the sirens are singing your song

The sun had gone under a couple of hours ago, yet, Karina was still very awake. With her feet resting on the table and her back leaning against the chair she was sitting on. The woman had busied herself with an axe, sharpening it with a rock. She was waiting for her son to return from wherever he had headed off. It was noticeable from the way she sharpened her rock, that the woman was running out of her patience. She loved her son with all of her heart, but she wasn’t blind to his faults. Often times she had spoken about her worries with her husband and she would lie if his actions had never terrified her before. Even as a child, there had always been something disturbing about him. She had once found him, playing innocently with his toys, his hands still bloody from killing an animal. It was at times like these, when he headed off without saying what he was doing, that she worried for his soul.

Her eyes didn’t dart up as she heard movement at the door. She sat still, roughly moving the rock against the cutting edge of the axe. ”Where have you been?” She asked with no clear emotion in her voice. Karina didn't need to look up to know it was the son she had been waiting on. His footsteps were too familiar to her.