Four Women
It was nearly noon and the sky still gray. I’d barely a hint of hunger despite my breakfast being one small pot of tea and two small cups of coffee. The stories of four women stuck in my gut. -One a young mother of two whose husband lay hospitalized with diagnoses of Covid and chronic alcoholism. -One on her fourth day of waiting for a judge to decide whether her life warranted a protection order her from her spouse who blackened her eye and broke more than bones. -One whose soon to be ex flaunted a presumably new love interest
