story time.

My mother returned home, she had looked at me with a sort of distorted smile. I smiled back at her, I down at my bowl of blackberries as I ate them. On my left was my phone. It started calling, it was my mother calling. I picked it up, "Hey, just want to let you know I'm 10 minutes away can you put the pizza in the oven?" she hangs up. I look up at my "mother" her mouth started getting wider and wider hitting the floor, her skin become paper white, her mouth and eyes become pitch black, her arms get longer and so are her legs, her arms reaching the floor, her hair, clothes, nose, disappear.