Please Note: this is 100% fiction!
With a pot roast on the stove and a brightly lit fire in the fireplace, she watched the snow fall outside the window. He’s not coming home tonight, she sighed and returned to her coloring book.
She used to dream being a housewife was like living in a fairy-tale, like Cinderella and her happily ever after, but it’s far from it and she’s starting to hate it.
Taking a bite out of the slab of chocolate and plopping the coloring book on her knees, she began to color with a vengeance. I’m not an invalid. I am an able person.
(100 words)
This is Another Story 
‘He is not coming home tonight” sets this story up as one of longing with a sense of being worthless and unwanted, Sad.
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Nicely done Yinglan
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Thank you.
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You’re most welcome
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Very well written 🙌
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Thank you. 🙂
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hope springs eternal. maybe tomorrow he’ll come with a box of chocolates.
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Maybe…
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I’ve long been fascinated that the same word means two different things, depending on where the emphasis is placed: INvalid; inVALid. And yet, the INvalid often feels inVALid in society, whether is be in the family or the community.
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I agree, invalid is a fascinating word and English, as a whole, is a fascinating language. I first heard the word “Invalid” in the 50’s Agnes Moorhead radio play, “Sorry, Wrong Number.” Such a good word.
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English is indeed fascinating, but also frustrating. As an English teacher, I had students who truly struggled with, for instance, words that sounded alike but were spelled differently and had different meanings.
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I think many women find themselves in this situation. It’s sad.
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