In Mother, I delve deep into the psyche of Connor, a man tormented by the lingering presence—or memory—of his late mother. Her influence suffocates him; her voice is sharp, relentless, and invasive. Even after her death, she continues to haunt his mind, poisoning how he sees the world and the people he loves. I leave it ambiguous: is he truly haunted, or is this the unravelling of his own sanity?
His descent is gripping, beginning in the cramped, filthy confines of his apartment and spiralling outward as he struggles to maintain control over his life. This story is about trauma, unresolved grief, and the destructive power of anger left unchecked. As he confronts his wife and wrestles with memories of his mother, he questions the ownership of his own actions: how much of what he does is truly his?
My prose is vivid, unflinching, and haunting, making Mother a story that lingers long after the final page. It’s a reminder of how family influences us inescapably and how the past shapes who we are now.
Scott Andrew Bailey - Author 