Mary Maloney: A Short Story

And in the other room, Mary Maloney began to giggle.

She stifled her laugh when she heard them stir. She found a small tissue and forced a tear as she trudged into the kitchen.

“I’m so sorry dears, I couldn’t stop crying,” she said in a sorrowful tone. “I just miss Patrick so much!” She sobbed as she walked to her bedroom. Once she walked in her room, she laid in her bed and fell asleep only to be woken up by the same detectives standing over her bed.

“What is the matter?” She asked in a delightful tone.

“Mrs. Maloney, you are under arrest for murdering Mr. Patrick Maloney,” one of the officers said.

“Why would I kill my very own husband! What kind of monster would do that?” She asked.

“We found traces of lamb on Mr. Maloney’s skull

Once they got to the prison, she got out and walked in. They lead her to the women’s section and put her in an empty cell.

“Welcome to your new home,” the security guard said and locked the door shut.

She wasn’t sure whether she should try to escape or to sleep. She chose the latter for the sake of her unborn child. How am I supposed to keep her safe when I can’t even survive on my own, she thought to herself. Since she was going to stay there for a while, she decided to decorate. She took a piece of chalk and drew drawings on the wall. Beautiful designs covering the old tally marks.

After a few months and a new baby, they told her she needed to go to a special room. Her daughter, Annabeth, would stay in a separate room and would only come back on special occasions. When she got there, she found a chair with dark leather straps around where the arms and legs were. When she sat in the chair, people came in and strapped her arms and legs in. They talked to her in a soft tone to get her to listen. They later persuaded her to forget what she had done before and learn new

They set her free with her little girl in one hand and a certificate of sanity in the other. She met her parents and told them about her trip. They were frightened at first but then they agreed to let her and her new child stay with them. Once she got there, she asked her mother to do her a special favor.

“Would you be so kind as to take care of Annabeth for me? I’ve thought about it for a while and I don’t think I would do very well as a mother since the accident,” she said

“We would love to take care of her,” they said excitedly.

Mary sat down on the old sofa in the living room and relaxed. She hadn’t been able to relax like this in months. Once her head hit the cushion, she fell asleep. She slept until the next morning when she smelled her favorite breakfast, lamb tacos and orange juice.

“What is that lovely smell,” she asked as she walked into the kitchen. It looked just the way it did when she left. The pastel yellow tiles still bright and freshly scrubbed. Mary sat down at the table and waited for her food to finish. Her mother set the plate and the glass down.

“Why, only your favorite food in the entire world!” Her mother exclaimed. “I’m so glad you could come back home