She sat at her desk staring at her tablet, stylus in hand.
Her stomach was tied up in knots. She had woken up at three that morning, the
pain throbbing in her abdomen. It was always like this. She had no idea why. She
never knew if it was emotional or dietary. Not that it mattered. Pain was pain.
Some days it pissed her off, which only made it worse. Some days she just
surrendered to it, curled up on the couch and watched old black and white
movies all day.
Sounds very much like what my Young One is going through. )-:
ReplyDeleteThat doesn't sound like a lot of fun ... :-/
ReplyDeleteI feel that.
ReplyDeleteOuch! The title says it is fiction, so I am hoping it is...........
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