"Monthly Micro-Stories Forum Contest" - June 2023 |
197 Words It's a re-memorable weekend. It's cold to me. It's strange to feel hot and then cold. It's miserable. My motivation to do anything is cut short. It's miserable. It's awkward when someone close to me doesn't believe me. I get frustrated to the point of exhaustion. Hearing remarks from the past, women thought I was pregnant. I worked for an organization when I was having trouble with my stomach. The secretary asked me when the baby was due. I got tired of hearing this until I got an idea. When I saw her in the restroom, I said, "Guess what?" "What?", she said. "I'm pregnant", I said. I'll never forget how low her jaw dropped. "I'm just kidding", I told her. I wish that I had a video of it; it would've been priceless. When exhaustion hits me, I need to use caution. I don't feel like walking because my knees hurt. It's insane to complain because I'm overweight. It's no one's fault but mine. I'm not in denial, I just don't feel okay. I need to exercise without delay. I'm doing leg lifts to ease the pain. A caring heart gives me the courage to fight Written by Anna Marie Carlson Saturday, June 17, 2023 |