Small stones

Small Stone 10/1/11

Overheard Conversation

Two old women shrouded in coats, scarves, gloves and hats amble along the path to the park bench and sit down. Their conversation doesn’t stop for a moment.

“So I told him he has to leave her.”

“Quite right.”

“I said, ‘You can’t go on like this getting beaten night after night.’ Do you know, his body is full of cuts and bruises and he still won’t leave her.”

“I suppose he’s worried about the children.”

“You’re darned right he is. I said, ‘I’m sure you can find a time to slip out when the children aren’t watching.'”

Well, they might have said all that. Actually, I don’t understand Russian.

By Miriam Drori

Author, editor, attempter of this thing called life. Social anxiety warrior. Cultivating a Fuji, edition 3, a poignant, humorous and uplifting tale, published with Ocelot Press, January 2023.

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