Charlotte cries in the shower while Greg watches cricket on TV. The day had been fine; bub took all his naps, had a good poo, and even went down for the night after only three rounds of Soft Kitty.
But still, she cries.
It’s not like she misses her job, but weekends were nice. So were lunch breaks. Even that 5 pm clock-off time she whinged about looks appealing now.
The hot water wanes. Charlotte rinses her hair along with her tears. She gets out of the shower, towels herself off and makes dinner.
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Jessica A. McMinn is an aspiring author based in NSW, Australia. She writes new adult dark fantasy fiction, short stories of various genres, book reviews and shares the occasional insight into her writer’s life.
Since graduating from the University of Wollongong with Distinction in BCA (Creative Writing) and BA (Japanese), Jessica has spent five years in Japan teaching English, all while working on her first novel: The Ruptured Sky (Gardens of War & Wasteland #1).
In her free time she enjoys watching trashy TV, crafting, gaming, annoying her cat and raising her beautiful baby boy.
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