Accusations Of A Mother

Just a little piece, of something that belongs to nothing that I haven't finished yet.

I didn't do that. That body on the T.V. wasn't one that I recognized
and I knew that with as much certainty as I knew a rock hurt like hell
if it was thrown at you. Even though I knew it, my mother didn't. As
soon as they said 'Had been found drained of blood', the air in the room
had gone stiff with silent accusations and suspicions. I looked from the
T.V. to her, my nails working at the cuticles on the opposite hand.
Sherrie, my mother, turned off the tube and sat back on the couch, her
eyes on the carpet.