I think of myself as a pretty reasonable person, but yesterday I was notified that a recent story I posted on Facebook had resulted in several bad comments and just like that, Maddogg’s fb voice was silenced.
My response to the “support” team was: “It’s a story. Fiction.”
Evidently, my succinct response resulted in my exile from their platform regardless.
Granted, my crazy view of things are not everyone’s cup of tea, but there is such a thing as free speech.
I honestly consider this to be one of the best short stories I created for my book EMOTIONS: Not your Mama’s ABC’s!
The intention of every single story was to elicit emotional responses with an economy of words and the recent words by several people on fb proved my success.
I put the line “Maddogg’s Mother’s Day gift” on this gem:
Under the emotion Motherly, I bring you
Life
“Push! Push! Come on Nan, you can do it! Almost there now. Push!” her husband John cried out.
Nancy gritted her teeth one more time and shoved. She already had two babies, both delivered by C-section. But this was real pain. This required physical exertion like nothing she’d ever had to do in her life. Add in the fact that she was approaching her fortieth birthday soon and was not in the best of shape anyway. She felt like the ugliest monster on the face of the earth as she grunted and pushed with all her might. She just didn’t have the strength she had when she was twenty and giving birth to her first daughter.
“Push Nan Push!” John shouted.
Her face contorted and Nancy could feel John’s arm around her shoulder as…
“One more time!” he shouted and the weight was suddenly lifted.
The unconscious body of her mother tumbled awkwardly over the cliff, crushing her skull, and scattering blood, bone, and other vital fluids on the rocky coast.
“Damn, she was heavy,” Nancy grunted to John as she fired up a joint. She took a deep hit and handed it to him.
“And I thought having kids was hard.”
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Stay well.
