It Was What It Was
Lydia stood in front of her sink full of dirty dishes. ‘God I miss a dishwasher.’ She thought. She was tired and cranky. Hilary had been even more demanding than usual. It was like children have a sixth sense about sensing a bad day and pushing the limits. Lydia had taken all she could then finally decided to send her to bed early. She did the dishes in a trance like state, her mind thinking back to her marriage, the ‘things’ she gave up for a better life. She glanced at the sunflower shaped...