"HUNTED!"
"HUNTED!"
Sweltering, steam rising
Tendrils of hair damp against her brow
As she feels the salty sting in her eyes
With a gasp and a sleeve
She wipes sweat, running like tears
And continues, splashing on…
Screams and shouts resound
She winces from the pain to her ears
A cacophony of voices in argument
Follows her, harkens to the Tower of Babel
She ignores the growing crescendo
And presses on…
Pounding footsteps behind her
Coming from one direction; no, more!
From everywhere at once, she’s surrounded
Turning, she throws up her hands in defeat
And speaking, she implores;
“Can’t you kids, just once, let me do laundry in peace??”
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