100 Word Challenge for Grown Ups – Week#80
March 13, 2013
Despite my pounding in my head, I will mop the sweating brow and wipe away yellow and green slime from the reddened nose. Pour regular doses of soothing elixir and cleanse the the sticky globules that run down the bottle. Pull the blankets around and tuck in the chilly soul as she coughs and wriggles in her painful unrest. Rub camphor on the wheezing chest. Then concoct a nourishing brew from a limited resource now the sickness has gone into several days the larder has become depleted. I empty the washing machine and refill it again while holding my pounding head. As only a mother would.
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‘As only a mother would.’ I can relate to that. Great writing.
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I have been here many times! Very good.
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I loved the voice in this. Thank heaven for caring mothers.
Yes, I agree 🙂