My mum used to go out every night and leave me in the house alone. I was used to it- my dad had died a while back anyway. She had been leaving me for quite a few years when i perked up the courage to ask her where she went each night.
"I go out to RedRum," Is what she told me. I asked her what this 'RedRum' was and she said it was a drinking bar. That's what i believed for a while onward. She always came home grinning and looking a bit mental: who could blame her - she was out drinking, Right?
The strange thing was that my mum never came back smelling of Alcohol. It was a better smell - my mum hated bitter wine. Then one day it hit me. If you spell RedRum backwards....
Well, You know what she went to do.
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Short Storyhey guys and galls. I realized that the description for this said that I made these up, No I did not. my mum messed me up by confusing me. but these aren't mine, All Credit goes to the Authors who Wrote these. hope y'all like it. comment, vote, favo...
