Hospital monitors don’t soothe a newborn cry.Mothers don’t cry at dinner tables.Loud drunks don’t listen.Did postpartum depression have an evolutionary purpose?
(This is a flash fiction in exactly 160 characters, including spaces. I took liberty with the spaces between the sentences for a better rhythm in the grammar. For more fascinating stories and poems visit the host with the minute 160, Monkey Man HERE .Try one yourself, and let us know!)
You cover a lot of ground here. Thanks for playing along with the Sunday 160.
ReplyDeleteinteresting the bits you chose to put together...young, mid, drunk and anyone....or is that kifd, mom, dad...ugh
ReplyDeleteI like the insight and progression of your 160!!!
ReplyDeleteFeet....Now Hands?
ReplyDeleteWhats next Fab Di?