Knock. Knock. Knock. Sandra opened the door, sporting smelly sweats adorned with some fresh baby vomit.
Alice outstretched her arm. Lifted up a gift, “This is for mom, not baby.”
Sandra motioned Alice in, “Come in friend.”
Bottles on the counter, a swing in the living room, diapers on the coffee table, binkies between the couch cushions and a breast pump sitting at the kitchen table, acting like more of an intruder than a house guest.
Alice had to ask herself, what the hell kind of war had Sandra just lost?
Sandra gingerly placed herself on the couch; Alice grimaced at the thought of exactly why she had to be so careful.
“Alice, have a seat; Pearl is down for a nap. You know, that way she’ll have the energy to be up all night, perfect, right?”
“Right, so how are you doing?" Alice played her question back to herself in her mind, afraid maybe she wasn’t asking it the right way.
Sandra sighed, “Um… I’m okay.”
Alice finally made eye contact with Sandra. Dark bags framed her once vibrant eyes, “Well that’s good, but you know, it would be okay if you weren’t so okay. You know that, right?"
Sandra’s head dropped, shoulders shrugged and the weeping spewed out of her like someone had just opened a well shaken can of soda.
“I can’t do this, she cries and cries. She’s just this thing that won’t stop crying. Sandra stood up and began to pace, I’m her mother! I should know how to comfort her! What kind of mother am I?"
Alice stood up placed her hands over Sandra’s shoulders, and forced her down to the couch, “Sandra, listen to me. You are the kind of mother, who just went through a 26 hours of labor; you’re running on no sleep, milking yourself like a cow and from the smell of you, you haven’t even had a shower, so please give yourself a break.”
Sandra’s head dropped again and she whispered, “This is just not what I thought it would be.”
Alice pulled Sandra’s head into her neck, arms stretched around her weary shoulders, “Sandy, we will figure this out, we will, I promise.”
This post was inspired by write on edge. We were asked to polish up on some weak points. No subject specifications, with a 400 word limit. This week I tried to work on dialogue. Let me know what you think.
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