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Woman Confined Behind a Chain-Link Fence

So it begins, she thinks this morning she’ll sleep in and rest. The baby cries and calls her, she passes the ball. For weeks she desires to relaxation from her stressful life. Afterall, passing the ball is key to success in a team. Her teammate mumbles through the sheets, he’s sick. Tired from the day before she drags herself and smiles to the happy toddler who stretches his arms toward her. The day continues and subtle obstacles rise to the surface. She dodges the negativity and anger fits but her patience drips away. She chases the curious toddler around more obstacles. The first challenge of the day traps her behind closed doors. Alone battling the things that continue to pile, her strength weakens. She finds herself caged, her anger grows. She walks in circles. She comes up with quick games, which bore the little one. She walks outside and back inside. She thinks of a drive to somewhere, anywhere, but the car seat is not in the available car. She has no where she could go. Outside her window a beautiful day beckons her, if only there was a nearby park. Even nap time has no relief, as the baby boy refuses to sleep. Whether hunger, frustration or exhaustion, she giggles in her thoughts. She fantasizes on jumping on top of the weak husband while her child holds on to her leg. Ashamed at her thoughts she makes a call. She needs someone to bring about the right perspective, to help her calm her inward growls. She calls her mom.

Author’s note: Sometimes we just need to be children again and get help. Are you willing to be the kid and be guided in wisdom?


There’s always a reason



He came home soaked. She was wondering where he was but seeing the way he looked, she said nothing. Stained with streaks of black and white were his pants and shirt. His jacket hung loose from one of his shoulders. He let it fall on the floor as he walked straight to the bathroom.

“Rough day?” She remarks from the kitchen.

“I fell.”

“Oh I’m sorry honey, it is pretty slippery out there.” She was empathetic but the soaked look was still funny.

“Not that way.”

“What way?” She walked into the bathroom unannounced. He startled and kept cleaning the long scrapes down both sides of his body.

“What did you do?” She stared at his cuts.

“Nothing, I fell.”

“How and where? I mean did you slide down a rocky hill on your way to save the save the world or what?” She laughed a little. She tried to make him smile. He did the smile.

“Yeah, you know me. If I can’t make a good entrance, it isn’t worth living.” She smiled and helped him remove his shirt and pants. He had lengthwise lacerations on both sides of his body. She patted him down with some cotton balls and antibiotic cream.

“Ok, so are you going to tell me how it happened?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

Throughout the night she came up with all kinds of stories about her husband’s obvious adventure. He ignored her for a few hours and finally confessed.

“I fell down a manhole.”

She laughed. He laughed.

“How did you do that and how did you get out?”

He explained the way he climbed out and how he fell. They had a good laugh about it, but then she paused.

“You’ll have to report it.”

“I know.”

It was the most embarrassing thing he shared the next week at his workplace. Though his body ache it was his pride that felt his pain a little more. When he came home after his report, she called him “my underground hero.” She had made him a cake in the shape of a manhole cover.

Author Note: Dare to share your embarrassing moment, it may just save another’s life.

Cranky Day


Nuzzled under the covers there is only one wish, to stay. She feels a need arise, where she has to leave her comfort. She gets up, walks over to the door in a rush. As she opens the door the bottom frame caresses her toes scraping them. She complaints and a faint crying begins. She stands very still in hopes that stillness would still prevail. She hears nothing, so she continues. She arrives at the bathroom simply to slip on the hand towel dropped behind the night before. As she drops to the wet floor, she hears another faint cry. Holding her rage she gets up, drops a towel on the floor to dry the floor. She finishes in the bathroom and begins her walk back to her cozy covers when the faint cry becomes a scream. She rescues the poor baby from his crib to change his diaper. As would be expected, she now has to clean his cute bottom from the monstrous poop which he celebrates by placing his hand and foot in the diaper. After cleaning the child, herself and the changing table, the diaper drops to the floor. Falling at the right angle the diaper decides to spread its joy. Quickening her steps she meets the demand and washes her hands. The baby boy missing her follows his mommy to drop his toy in the toilet. His smile could melt her grinding teeth. On the way to the kitchen she meets up with her husband, who stands staring at her. His pants have muddy paws over them. His shirt soaked in the rain with stains of grass while two tail wagging and muddy dogs stand by his side. They agree this is one of those days.