In the middle

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Stuck in the middle, in a labyrinth of confusion.

“He opened the door but he pinched my butt, is that a warning sign?”

“I pay the bills, because he has no job. Does that make me a feminist?”

“I was born female then became a he, and now I want to have a baby, the doctor says it might have psychological implications, what do you think?”

I soak it all in, acting professional. 

Tangled limbs on the couch; sponge full.

There’s a puddle beneath my heart, I guess am already dripping.

Stuck in the middle, in a labyrinth of confusion.

Copyright -John Nixon
Copyright John Nixon

Written for Friday fictioneers a writing challenge hosted by Rochelle. The picture was provided by John Nixon, the task is to write a 100 words story inspired by it. Thanks Rochelle for hosting the challenge. Thank you for stopping by… do click on the link to read other stories

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Welcome to my blog, Its lovely to have you here! I am Chioma and I like to think of myself as an avid reader and a non biased writer.I got married and joined my partner to start our own little new home miles away from family (*tears*). what are my ideologies: I am a strong advocate for maintaining balance and modesty in every area of life. I believe everyone is entitled to their opinions but they should never be forced on another. I strongly agree that you are allowed to shout your views at the top of your lungs, just as I am allowed to totally ignore them. However it is my belief that in order to create a home far from the familiar environment one must make certain compromises. Not compromises that change who you are or your principles but those that allow you live at peace with the neighbours. That said, I hope my page brings a whole new perspective to living under a whole new climate. Thank you.

38 thoughts on “In the middle”

  9. Hi Chioma,

    I’ll admit that I read this twice, and then it made sense.

    At first, I assumed it was the voice of just one other person, but then it didn’t flow, their various concerns seemed disjointed. Then, I realised that it was the voice of more than one other person. Several clients sitting on the shrink’s couch on different occasions and pouring out their issues.

    @ “He opened the door but he pinched my butt”, Perverse intentions cloaked in false chivalry, perhaps? Lol

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    1. Indeed very ulterior motives at work there. I was a bit worried it might confuse people but I wanted to show how distressing it can be to absorb so many complex issues.

      Thanks for sticking it out with us, Nedoux.
      🙂
      🙂

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      1. You showed it well. the distress was conveyed.

        I imagine that those who jobs involve listening to other people’s fears, doubts and pains, day in, day out, might carry some of those burdens in a small place in their own hearts. 🙂

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  10. I wonder how psychologists and psychiatrists can stay sane when confronted with so many confusing stories. I love the puddle under the hard. Professional detachment is hard to come by sometimes. Great writing.

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  12. Dear Chioma,

    I felt the confusion in the many voices which doesn’t mean the story confused me. It was like riding a bus and listening to the different thoughts of other passengers. I liked it. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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