By Mewe
The dough was still extremely sticky in her hands, so she added more flour. She mixed, prodded, pulled, and kneaded within an inch of its life. Sweat dripped from her hot brow to the fleshy mound. She stretched and pinched with all her might, lifting and throwing it down again and again.
Memories—years of pain, punches, kicks, bruises, trauma, and heartache that she had stoically endured—repeatedly were laid bare on a floured surface.
He’d called it love, but eventually, she knew it wasn’t.
It was nearly time to leave the dough to rest so, like her, it would rise.
Loved the analogy. Very nicely done!
Thank you so much.
This. Is. Awesome. Love the positive ending that both will rise!!
Thank you Janet.
This is very powerful and will resonate with so many! To capture so much into so few words is a gift. Now can you complete the story as I want to read more Mewe?
‘Kneading’ is detailed though subtle at the same time. It bought back my childhood memories watching my mum knead dough to bake delicious bread. Capturing the essence of getting the technique right and the ability to do so in 101 words, indicates a great play on words.
Thank you Deborah.
The use of metaphor and imagery really worked together to create a a whole sense of meaning for me. Beautiful.
This is very powerful and will resonate with so many! To capture so much into so few words is a gift. Now can you complete the story as I want to read more Mewe?
Thank you!
Thank you Lynn.
An incredible story so well written and such a powerful illustration of having the courage to rise up against abuse. I hope you continue writing as you have a gift of capturing the scene so well drawing the reader in. What about some memoirs or short stories
Thank you so much for your feedback. I’ll definitely carry on writing.