Suspense Novel: A Short Story Of My Mother

This is the story of my mother when I was a little tot of 4 years. My mother was passionate about reading magazines and novels. She would ask my father to bring many such books from the town library. He would bring as many as the librarian allowed at a time. My mother would finish up all her household works and keep plenty of time for her to read the magazine. She would not like anyone to disturb her and like concluding up a story without any break. My father always said that it was madness on her path for those magazines. She would rather go wild if anyone asked for sharing the book.

There was a cabinet where all her book laid in a row, fat, thin, big and small all kinds of books. There was a small book shop at my home in our living room.

This one is the best novel I ever knew, take this one and I am sure your wife will love reading it, said the librarian. Way back to home he brought some hot snacks along with the novel and was at the thought that we all would enjoy the snacks followed by some family chats. My mother quickly gave the snacks and was keen on the new novel. My father felt this was unwise on her path for not joining the family

He had made some plans with my father to teach a lesson to her. I and my sister were aware of the plan.

My father came home early that evening and took us out for shopping and my mother got all the time to finish the novel before we came back. She was in her bedroom reading her novel and we kept the door unlocked. My uncle entered the room without my mother 's knowledge and hid under her bed. Finishing all her household work my mother sat back on her bed to relax for some time and then planned to continue on her novel. My uncle lay quietly under her bed and when she ended with her novel and stood along her bed, my uncle clutched her both legs tightly and made some suspicious voices. My mother screamed aloud, afraid of some unexpected happening to her. She was all in sweats and shivering and collapsed to the ground.

When she was in her senses she was rather more shivering and came to know all that had happened to her. She was feeling guilty of her behavior. The next morning she gathered all her books to give back to the library. Now she rather spent more time with family and in other social activity. We could spend lots of time playing with her and enjoy her tasty