Not a single battery more fits into the candy jar. She longed for the days when life was simple and a candy jar was filled with candy. Since when did we need to remind ourselves that we needed to recharge our minds, body and soul?
Her family came down the stairs loudly, as always.
Her forehead throbbed. Her muscles ached. She was packed and ready to go. Ready to spend 10 hours away with no reprieve in sight.
She held onto the battery. To plug in or not?
There was no time.
Yet she collapsed onto the floor tightly gripping that battery.
Categories: Culture, death, family, Health, mental health, Psychology, women, writing prompt
I wouldn’t mind a few more batteries myself.
I bet. These days are crazy, eh..