The Shaking Finger

The house was brimming with wedding festivities. 

He could hear Mom’s frantic voice calling his my name.

She entered the secluded room of the house and was glad to find him.

Why are you here, son? 

He could only point a shaking finger towards the lacy, billowing curtains. Mom didn’t see that finger! 

In her anxiety to find him she failed to notice his scared tormented expression. 

They both heard other family members asking for his distant uncle now! 

After two decades he became a talk show host and a councilor for child abuse.

He did have one regret, wish mom had trusted his ‘story’ that day and not rubbished it as a childhood fantasy. 

She also missed to see the drops of blood in his shorts due to anal bleeding.