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.

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