New Dryer
I sit sweating at the back of a room I’ve never been before.
Years of rehearsed excuses taunt. I’m not like these people, not as bad.
A woman stands.
“Hello, my name is Sara and I’m . . .”
I close the door behind me.
I sit sweating at the back of a room I’ve never been before.
Years of rehearsed excuses taunt. I’m not like these people, not as bad.
A woman stands.
“Hello, my name is Sara and I’m . . .”
I close the door behind me.
Your title really is amazing. It works so well – I thought I was going to read about actual dryers 🙂 This was so much deeper.
I hope that means she quit that terrible job.
I like this too – there is so much going on that you leave unsaid for the reader to imagine. Maybe next time your narrator will stay and take part.
Thank you! Hopefully she finds her way.
Wait, did she leave and run away?
In my mind she leaves. It’s her first meeting and she clearly doesn’t have the right attitude, or maybe it really isn’t for her. I think when people get to a certain point in their life everything becomes…complicated. Thanks for reading, Kathy.
Very brave!
That’s a very tough thing to deal with/admit/get through.
I would imagine there are a lot of things to tackle on the road to fixing things. I suppose we all deal with it on one level or another. Thanks for reading.
We are those people. They is us. There is no bad, only is. Nothing works for everybody. All we can do is to keep on trying, one day at a time, eh?
Absolutely! My person hasn’t figured that out yet. She’s still a bit self righteous. Hopefully she figures it out.
I’m perverse, I like this a lot!
Hahaha. Thank you.