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She was standing in the checkout line

A tentative smile thrown her way was met blankly

I turned aside, a bit flustered for being too forward

Going out of the store, I saw her again, carrying her grocery

She looked behind her to make sure her kid was following her

A worried frown on her face that melts into a sigh of relief

When the little guy rushes forward to clutch her hand

All oblivious to others who were near them

It got me wondering,

How quick we are to judge people

Putting labels, assigning blame

Weaving stories in our minds

When we don’t know the road they have traveled

As you touch your scars
The pain of the wound returns
With the rough texture

In response to Reena’ Exploration Challenge: https://reinventionsreena.wordpress.com/2019/03/28/reenas-exploration-challenge-80/

Ash D. Solomon – Lucid Being

finally tasting
what it means to be proud
of myself
it took too many years
for me to be free
from the contempt
the shame
your shame
forced on me
always making me feel smaller
than you were
knocking me down
me losing my identity
giving up my right to believe in myself

what a horrible mother you were
damn you

treading water
for years
wasted years
of frustration and tears
pushing hard
to break barriers
and maintain
sure would have been easier
knowing my value

you were supposed to be on my side
damn you

did it without you
lived an honorable, scarred life
healed all the wounds
inside and out
ups and downs
gains with each effort
failure was not
an option
because

you weren’t ever my safety net
damn you

me
now
so much better than what was
my time has…

Photo prompt: Sue Vincent

“I’ll take you to the place,” she promised.

“The place where you came from?” the boy pressed. “Your before home?”

“If it is still there,” she nodded, her eyes clouding over with something between wistfulness and worry.

She watched his eyelids flutter as he curled onto his side and into sleep. There was much to do and little time for it, and still she couldn’t bring herself to rise from his cot. It wasn’t how she thought it would be. It felt too soon. He didn’t know a thing.

Not that she really had a choice, anyhow.

The place. She wasn’t sure exactly what would happen when they got there, or what it would mean to her or to the boy she was entrusted to protect. What would her protection of him entail now that she’d been discovered?

She gazed at the child. He was hers…

Image: Pixabay

This week consider a fairy tale from the perspective of the evil step-mother, the wicked witch, the dark prince or any other bad/evil character you might be familiar with.

What might be their motivation, were they always the way they are depicted?

Do they have any redeeming qualities?

Go where the prompt leads you, have fun and don’t cast any spells that might backfire on you.

Link your tales using the linking tool below and limit your responses to 600 words max.