Daydreams

Norma swirled the contents of her drink, watching the condensation drip down the side, as she thought about how much she despised Dylan. She was not foolish enough to believe that it was his fault, of course, but she wished he would rot just the same. Melting ice clinked against the side of her glass, as she imagined what her life would have been like without him there to ruin it.

Lost in sweet daydreams of her eldest son's demise, an unknown amount of time passed before Norma heard footsteps approaching from behind her. The footfall came to a stop right behind her chair. Long, thin fingers pressed gently down on her shoulders, kneading her sore muscles in sinfully pleasurable circles. Norma sighed in satisfaction, closing her eyes.

"Hello, mother. I'm home from school."


I know this is short, but tell me what you thought by reviewing! I just finished the most recent episode of Bates (S3, E3) and this little plot bunny jumped in my head in the shower :]