After she had soaked up all she could, Judy retreated to the bathroom to wring out her emotions. She turned on the faucet to mask her crying, mopped up her tears then stepped back into the fray to face yet another flood.
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How much can a body absorb,” Judy thought to herself as her teenaged daughter and husband unloaded. She listened empathetically to their woeful tales of broken hearts and unhinged bosses pausing to take calls from her mother complaining about chemo and a girlfriend venting about her wayward husband. Of course, no one ever asked Judy about her troubles.
After she had soaked up all she could, Judy retreated to the bathroom to wring out her emotions. She turned on the faucet to mask her crying, mopped up her tears then stepped back into the fray to face yet another flood.
Mary Wallace
24/7/2020 11:53:29 am
Good story Marc. There are a lot of sponges out there.
Krystyna
24/7/2020 04:20:00 pm
Many instances in life where we need to use our ‘sponge’ layers. I dread the time when mine can absorb no more.
Pamela Kennedy
24/7/2020 05:07:37 pm
Good story, Marc. Moms are usually the family sponges.
Ed N. White
24/7/2020 06:01:09 pm
A good listener is more than a sponge. It is a special friend. But even a sponge needs attention.
Sue Clayton
25/7/2020 02:48:05 am
Luckily most sponges spring back into shape ready for another soak up. Enjoyed this well-written piece, Marc.
Sandra James
26/7/2020 05:03:42 am
Oh, yes, some days... You've written it perfectly. Comments are closed.
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